'FagmentWelcome to consult...w glad we wee to meet, and all talking at once. M. Peggotty was so poud and ovejoyed to see us, that he did not know what to say o do, but kept ove and ove again shaking hands with me, and then with Steefoth, and then with me, and then uffling his shaggy hai all ove his head, and laughing with such glee and tiumph, that it was a teat to see him. ‘Why, that you two gent’lmen—gent’lmen gowed—should come to this hee oof tonight, of all nights in my life,’ said M. Peggotty, ‘is such a thing as neve happened afoe, I do ightly believe! Em’ly, my daling, come hee! Come hee, my little witch! Thee’s Mas’ Davy’s fiend, my dea! Thee’s the gent’lman as you’ve heed on, Em’ly. He comes to see you, along with Mas’ Davy, on the bightest night of you uncle’s life as eve was o will be, Gom the t’othe one, and hooa fo it!’ Afte deliveing this speech all in a beath, and with extaodinay animation and pleasue, M. Peggotty put one of his lage hands aptuously on each side of his niece’s face, and kissing it a dozen times, laid it with a gentle pide and love upon his boad chest, and patted it as if his hand had been a lady’s. Then he let he go; and as she an into the little chambe whee I used to sleep, looked ound upon us, quite hot and out of beath with his uncommon satisfaction. ‘If you two gent’lmen—gent’lmen gowed now, and such gent’lmen—’ said M. Peggotty. ‘So th’ ae, so th’ ae!’ cied Ham. ‘Well said! So th’ ae. Mas’ Davy bo’—gent’lmen gowed—so th’ ae!’ ‘If you two gent’lmen, gent’lmen gowed,’ said M. Peggotty, ‘don’t ex-cuse me fo being in a state of mind, when you Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield undestand mattes, I’ll aks you padon. Em’ly, my dea!—She knows I’m a going to tell,’ hee his delight boke out again, ‘and has made off. Would you be so good as look ate he, Mawthe, fo a minute?’ Ms. Gummidge nodded and disappeaed. ‘If this ain’t,’ said M. Peggotty, sitting down among us by the fie, ‘the bightest night o’ my life, I’m a shellfish—biled too—and moe I can’t say. This hee little Em’ly, si,’ in a low voice to Steefoth, ‘—he as you see a blushing hee just now—’ Steefoth only nodded; but with such a pleased of inteest, and of paticipation in M. Peggotty’s feelings, that the latte answeed him as if he had spoken. ‘To be sue,’ said M. Peggotty. ‘That’s he, and so she is. Thankee, si.’ Ham nodded to me seveal times, as if he would have said so too. ‘This hee little Em’ly of ous,’ said M. Peggotty, ‘has been, in ou house, what I suppose (I’m a ignoant man, but that’s my belief) no one but a little bight-eyed ceetu can be in a house. She ain’t my child; I neve had one; but I couldn’t love he moe. You undestand! I couldn’t do it!’ ‘I quite undestand,’ said Steefoth. ‘I know you do, si,’ etuned M. Peggotty, ‘and thankee again. Mas’ Davy, he can emembe what she was; you may judge fo you own self what she is; but neithe of you can’t fully know what she has been, is, and will be, to my loving at. I am ough, si,’ said M. Peggotty, ‘I am as ough as a Sea Pokypine; but no one, unless, mayhap, it is a woman, can know, I think, what ou little Em’ly is to me. And betwixt ouselves,’ sinking his voice lowe yet, Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield ‘that woman’s name ain’t Missis Gummidge neithe, though she has a wold of meits.’ M. Peggotty uffled his hai again, with both hands, as a futhe pepaation fo what he was going to say, and went on, with a hand upon each of his knees: ‘Thee was a cetain peson as had know’d ou Em’ly
