Master Copperfield Analysis

“Oh, how pleasant to be called Uriah, spontaneously!” he cried; and gave himself a jerk, like a convulsive fish. “You thought her looking very beautiful to-night, Master Copperfield?” 145 “I thought her looking as she always does: superior, in all respects, to every one around her,” I returned. 146 “Oh, thank you! It’s so true!” he cried. “Oh, thank you very much for that!” 147 “Not at all,” I said, loftily. “There is no reason why you should thank me.” 148 “Why that, Master Copperfield,” said Uriah, “is, in fact, the confidence that I am going to take the liberty of reposing. Umble as I am,” he wiped his hands harder, and looked at them and at the fire by turns, “umble as my mother is, and lowly as our poor but honest roof has ever been, the image of Miss Agnes (I don’t mind trusting you with my secret, Master Copperfield, for I have always overflowed towards you since the first moment I had the pleasure of beholding you in a pony-shay) has been in my breast for years. Oh, Master Copperfield, with what a pure affection do I
I asked him, with a better appearance of composure than I could have thought possible a minute before, whether he had made his feelings known to Agnes. 151 “Oh, no, Master Copperfield!” he returned; “oh dear, no! Not to anyone but you. You see I am only just emerging from my lowly station. I rest a good deal of hope on her observing how useful I am to her father (for I trust to be very useful to him indeed, Master Copperfield), and how I smooth the way for him, and keep him straight. She’s so much attached to her father, Master Copperfield (oh what a lovely thing it is in a daughter!), that I think she may come, on his account to be kind to me.” 152 I fathomed the depth of the rascal’s whole scheme, and understood why he laid it bare.