'I should think that, wherever I saw you, replied Steerforth. 'Go along, you dog, do! cried the little creature, making a whisk at him with the handkerchief with which she was wiping her face, 'and don't be impudent! But I give you my word and honour I was at Lady Mithers's last week THERE'S a woman! How SHE wears! and Mithers himself came into the room where I was waiting for her THERE'S a man!