I could
not give her my opinion of Uriah, because by then we had arrived at the
flat. My aunt was very pleased to see
Agnes again, and made us sit down on the sofa next to Peggotty. ‘Now let me explain to you all what happened
to my money,’ said my aunt family. I was
surprised to see that Agnes was pale and trembling. Betsey Trotwood continued, ‘I saved a lot of
money over the years, and my lawyer, Mr Wickfield, used to help me invest it in
the right companies. But recently I
thought he wasn’t such a good lawyer as he used to be, so I decided to invest
my money myself. Whet a lot of mistakes I
made! Who knows where it’s gone? In gold, and foreign banks, and so on. It’s no
good worrying about it, but I can tell you, there’s nothing left.’
The colour
was beginning to return to Agnes’s face.
‘So it- it wasn’t my father’s fault, dear Miss Trotwood?’
‘Not at
all, Agnes,’ said my aunt cheerfully. ‘Now
can any of you give me some advice? I’ve
asked my servant Janet to rent my little house in Kent. That will bring in about seventy pounds a year. I think we’ll need more than that, to live
on.’
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