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Peggotty, with his face one high noon of enjoyment, 'but he loses that there art of his to our little Em'ly. He follers her about, he makes hisself a sort o' servant to her, he loses in a great measure his relish for his wittles, and in the long-run he makes it clear to me wot's amiss. Now I could wish myself, you see, that our little Em'ly was in a fair way of being married.
Gummidge, an old lady who sat continually by the fire and knitted, and who was the widow of a former partner of Mr. Peggotty's. With little Em'ly I at once fell violently in love, and we used to walk upon the beach in a loving manner, hours and hours.
Ham nodded to me several times, as if he would have said so too. 'This here little Em'ly of ours, said Mr. She ain't my child; I never had one; but I couldn't love her more. You understand! I couldn't do it! 'I quite understand, said Steerforth. 'I know you do, sir, returned Mr. Peggotty, 'and thankee again.
"Sunday off, Em'ly?" said a youth in a red tie at another table, and being told it was, he said: "Then what do you say to 'oppin' up to 'Endon and 'aving a day in a boat?" I had to wait some time before anybody came to attend to me, but at length a girl from the other end of the room, who had taken no part in these amatory exchanges, stepped up and asked what I wanted.
What, then, had happened to the established period of incubation? For an instant the thing was like a portent, and I was near joining Em'ly in her horrid surprise, when I saw how it all was. The Virginian had taken an egg from a hen which had already been sitting for three weeks. I dressed in haste, hearing Em'ly's distracted outcry.
The social strata from which George Eliot and Dickens drew their characters no longer interests the great B. P. Hetty Sorrell, Little Em'ly, would be pronounced "provincial;" a Deronda or a Wilfer Family ignored as "suburban." I confess that personally the terms "provincial" and "suburban," as epithets of reproach, have always puzzled me.
With no apparent coherence and relevancy Sinnet continued, but his voice was not so even as before. "Em'ly was a girl that wasn't twice alike. She was changeable. First it was one, then it was another, and she didn't seem to be able to fix her mind. But that didn't prevent her leadin' men on. She wasn't changeable, though, about her father. She was to him what your boy was to you.
"Stand away from me," she says, "I am a ghost that calls her from beside her open grave!" She told Em'ly she had seen me, and know'd I loved her, and forgive her. She wrapped her, hasty, in her clothes. She took her, faint and trembling, on her arm. She heeded no more what they said, than if she had had no ears.
I did not know what to say, and he answered the question himself: "Yas, de Lord knows, dat man needs tendin' to, an I'se mighty anxious fur de good Lord to take him in han'. We'll live to see ebery black man free, Miss Em'ly, we shall, shure, an' dere'll be high times down in Charleston. Wonder what little Molly'll do?" "I have been thinking about her," I said.
Eddicated men aint great on homelife; they want a monstrous sight of waitin' on." "Let us hope for the best in this case," said I. "Here comes Matthias; he knows Mr. Dayton, I believe." "Yas, Miss Em'ly, I does," said Matthias, who heard my last remark. "Is he a nice man?"
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