We have been here,' said Mrs.
Micawber, 'three days.

Nothing has, as yet, turned up; and it may not surprise you, my dear Master Copperfield, so much as it would a stranger, to know that we are at present waiting for a remittance from London, to discharge our pecuniary obligations at this hotel.

Until the arrival of that remittance,' said Mrs.Micawber with much feeling, 'I am cut off from my home (I allude to lodgings in Pentonville), from my boy and girl, and from my twins.' I felt the utmost sympathy for Mr.and Mrs.Micawber in this anxious extremity, and said as much to Mr.Micawber, who now returned: adding that I only wished I had money enough, to lend them the amount they needed.

Mr.Micawber's answer expressed the disturbance of his mind.

He said, shaking hands with me, 'Copperfield, you are a true friend; but when the worst comes to the worst, no man is without a friend who is possessed of shaving materials.' At this dreadful hint Mrs.Micawber threw her arms round Mr.Micawber's neck and entreated him to be calm.
He wept; but so far recovered, almost immediately, as to ring the bell for the waiter, and bespeak a hot kidney pudding and a plate of shrimps for breakfast in the morning.
When I took my leave of them, they both pressed me so much to come and dine before they went away, that I could not refuse.