night-mixture

Updated: July 14, 2025

'I am in the lovingest of tempers, my dear, she would assure me with a nod, 'but I am fidgeted and sorry! I had been too busy to observe, until after she was gone to bed, that she had left her night-mixture, as she always called it, untasted on the chimney-piece.

Charles Dickens - David Copperfield