'I will teach it you with pleasure, as I learn it.' 'Oh, thank you, Master Copperfield,' he answered, shaking his head.

'I am sure it's very kind of you to make the offer, but I am much too umble to accept it.' 'What nonsense, Uriah!' 'Oh, indeed you must excuse me, Master Copperfield! I am greatly obliged, and I should like it of all things, I assure you; but I am far too umble.

There are people enough to tread upon me in my lowly state, without my doing outrage to their feelings by possessing learning.
Learning ain't for me.

A person like myself had better not aspire.

If he is to get on in life, he must get on umbly, Master Copperfield!' I never saw his mouth so wide, or the creases in his cheeks so deep, as when he delivered himself of these sentiments: shaking his head all the time, and writhing modestly.
'I think you are wrong, Uriah,' I said.