where I noticed two large paintings on the wall
Soon we stopped in front of a very old house，with a very clean front doorstep，and
controlled fresh white curtains at the windows．A strange-looking person，dressed in black，with short red hair and a very thin white face came out to meet us．I thought he must be a servant．He was about fifteen，but looked much older．
‘Is Mr Wickfield at home，Uriah Heep？’asked my aunt．‘He is，madam，’replied Uriah，smiling unpleasantly．He showed us into the sitting-room，where I noticed two large paintings on the wall，one of a grey-haired gentleman and the other of a lady with a sweet，gentle face．Just then a gentle man entered the room，looking a little older than his picture．I soon discovered he was Mr Wickfield，my aunt's lawyer．
‘Mr Wickfield，’said my aunt，‘this is my nephew．I have adopted him，and I want to
controlled send him to a good boarding school here in Canterbury．Can you help me find a school for him？’
