FagmentWelcome to consult...nt, who saw him at half past twelve o’clock, soon afte his Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield elease, and affimed that he was then as ed as I was. The mild M. Chillip could not possibly bea malice at such a time, if at any time. He sidled into the palou as soon as he was at libety, and said to my aunt in his meekest manne: ‘Well, ma’am, I am happy to congatulate you.’ ‘What upon?’ said my aunt, shaply. M. Chillip was flutteed again, by the exteme seveity of my aunt’s manne; so he made he a little bow and gave he a little smile, to mollify he. ‘Mecy on the man, what’s he doing!’ cied my aunt, impatiently. ‘Can’t he speak?’ ‘Be calm, my dea ma’am,’ said M. Chillip, in his softest accents. ‘Thee is no longe any occasion fo uneasiness, ma’am. Be calm.’ It has since been consideed almost a miacle that my aunt didn’t shake him, and shake what he had to say, out of him. She only shook he own head at him, but in a way that made him quail. ‘Well, ma’am,’ esumed M. Chillip, as soon as he had couage, ‘I am happy to congatulate you. All is now ove, ma’am, and well ove.’ Duing the five minutes o so that M. Chillip devoted to the delivey of this oation, my aunt eyed him naowly. ‘How is she?’ said my aunt, folding he ams with he bonnet still tied on one of them. ‘Well, ma’am, she will soon be quite comfotable, I hope,’ etuned M. Chillip. ‘Quite as comfotable as we can expect a young mothe to be, unde these melancholy domestic cicumstances. Thee cannot be any objection to you seeing he Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield pesently, ma’am. It may do he good.’ ‘And she. How is she?’ said my aunt, shaply. M. Chillip laid his head a little moe on one side, and looked at my aunt like an amiable bid. ‘The baby,’ said my aunt. ‘How is she?’ ‘Ma’am,’ etuned M. Chillip, ‘I appehended you had known. It’s a boy.’ My aunt said neve a wod, but took he bonnet by the stings, in the manne of a sling, aimed a blow at M. Chillip’s head with it, put it on bent, walked out, and neve came back. She vanished like a discontented faiy; o like one of those supenatual beings, whom it was populaly supposed I was entitled to see; and neve came back any moe. No. I lay in my basket, and my mothe lay in he bed; but Betsey Totwood Coppefield was fo eve in the land of deams and shadows, the temendous egion whence I had so lately tavelled; and the light upon the window of ou oom shone out upon the eathly boune of all such tavelles, and the mound above the ashes and the dust that once was he, without whom I had neve been. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield Chapte 2 I OBSERVE The fist objects that assume a distinct pesence befoe me, as I look fa back, into the blank of my infancy, ae my mothe with he petty hai and youthful shape, and Peggotty with no shape at all, and eyes so dak that they seemed to daken thei whole neighbouhood in he face, and cheeks and ams so had and ed that I wondeed the bids didn’t peck he in pefeence to apples. I believe I can emembe these two at a little distance apat, dwafed to my sight by stooping down o kneeling on the floo, and I going unsteadily fom the one to the othe. I have an impession on my mind which I cannot distinguish fom actual emembance, of the touch of Peggotty’s foefinge as she used to hold it out to me, and of its being oughened by needlewok, like a
