I have but one in life.' Miss Betsey thanked him, and we went into his room, which was furnished as an office, with books, papers, tin boxes, and so forth.

It looked into a garden, and had an iron safe let into the wall; so immediately over the mantelshelf, that I wondered, as I sat down, how the sweeps got round it when they swept the chimney.
'Well, Miss Trotwood,' said Mr.Wickfield; for I soon found that it was he, and that he was a lawyer, and steward of the estates of a rich gentleman of the county; 'what wind blows you here?
Not an ill wind, I hope ?' 'No,' replied my aunt.

'I have not come for any law.' 'That's right, ma'am,' said Mr.Wickfield.

'You had better come for anything else.' His hair was quite white now, though his eyebrows were still black.

He had a very agreeable face, and, I thought, was handsome.
There was a certain richness in his complexion, which I had been long accustomed, under Peggotty's tuition, to connect with port wine; and I fancied it was in his voice too, and referred his growing corpulency to the same cause.