Traddles and I had both received rather strange letters from Mr.Micawber, in which he asked us to come to Canterbury, with my aunt. At this meeting,he said, he would show to all of us the proof of Uriah Heep's wickedness. Dora was too ill to come with us, so Traddles, my aunt, Mr Dick and I travelled to Canterbury by coach, spent the night in a hotel there, and arrived punctually at the Wickfields' house the next morning. Mr Micawber met us at door and showed us into Uriah Heep's office. Uriah himself seemed rather surprised to see us, but pretended to welcome us as old friends. Mr Micawber brought Agnes into the room too, and then stood firmly by the door.
'Don't wait, Micawber,' said Uriah to his assistant.
But Mr Micawber did not move. He stared coldly at his employer.
'Did you hear what I said, Micawber?' said Uriah angrily, his little eyes becoming redder while his long face went very pale.
'Yes!' Replied Micawber. 'But I don't choose to leave. Listen to me, Heep! I don't wish to work any longer for the wickedest man in England!'