FagmentWelcome to consult...me Daisy; which bought Miss Datle out again. ‘But eally, M. Coppefield,’ she asked, ‘is it a nickname? And why does he give it you? Is it—eh?—because he thinks you young and innocent? I am so stupid in these things.’ I coloued in eplying that I believed it was. ‘Oh!’ said Miss Datle. ‘Now I am glad to know that! I ask fo infomation, and I am glad to know it. He thinks you young and innocent; and so you ae his fiend. Well, that’s quite delightful!’ She went to bed soon afte this, and Ms. Steefoth etied too. Steefoth and I, afte lingeing fo half-an-hou ove the fie, talking about Taddles and all the est of them at old Salem House, went upstais togethe. Steefoth’s oom was next to mine, and I went in to look at it. It was a pictue of comfot, full of easy-chais, cushions and footstools, woked by his mothe’s hand, and with no sot of thing omitted that could help to ende it complete. Finally, he handsome featues looked down on he daling fom a potait on the wall, as if it wee even something to he that he likeness should watch him while he slept. I found the fie buning clea enough in my oom by this time, Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield and the cutains dawn befoe the windows and ound the bed, giving it a vey snug appeaance. I sat down in a geat chai upon the heath to meditate on my happiness; and had enjoyed the contemplation of it fo some time, when I found a likeness of Miss Datle looking eagely at me fom above the chimney-piece. It was a statling likeness, and necessaily had a statling look. The painte hadn’t made the sca, but I made it; and thee it was, coming and going; now confined to the uppe lip as I had seen it at dinne, and now showing the whole extent of the wound inflicted by the hamme, as I had seen it when she was passionate. I wondeed peevishly why they couldn’t put he anywhee else instead of quateing he on me. To get id of he, I undessed quickly, extinguished my light, and went to bed. But, as I fell asleep, I could not foget that she was still thee looking, ‘Is it eally, though? I want to know’; and when I awoke in the night, I found that I was uneasily asking all sots of people in my deams whethe it eally was o not—without knowing what I meant. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield Chapte 21 LITTLE EM’LY Thee was a sevant in that house, a man who, I undestood, was usually with Steefoth, and had come into his sevice at the Univesity, who was in appeaance a patten of espectability. I believe thee neve existed in his station a moe espectable-looking man. He was tacitun, soft-footed, vey quiet in his manne, defeential, obsevant, always at hand when wanted, and neve nea when not wanted; but his geat claim to consideation was his espectability. He had not a pliant face, he had athe a stiff neck, athe a tight smooth head with shot hai clinging to it at the sides, a soft way of speaking, with a peculia habit of whispeing the lette S so distinctly, that he seemed to use it oftene than any othe man; but evey peculiaity that he had he made espectable. If his nose had been upside-down, he would have made that espectable. He suounded himself with a
