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Chapter 440
‘Well! They must be paid,’ said my aunt. ‘Yes, but I don’t know when they may be proceeded on, or where they are,’ rejoined Traddles, opening his eyes; ‘and I anticipate, that, between this time and his departure, Mr. Micawber will be constantly arrested, or taken in execution.’ ‘Then he must be constantly set free again, and taken out of execution,’ said my aunt. ‘What’s the amount altogether?’ ‘Why, Mr. Micawber has entered the transactions - he calls them transactions - with great form, in a book,’ rejoined Traddles, smiling; ‘and he makes the amount a hundred and three pounds, five.’ ‘Now, what shall we give him, that sum included?’ said my aunt. ‘Agnes, my dear, you and I can talk about division of it afterwards. What should it be? Five hundred pounds?’ Upon this, Traddles and I
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