FagmentWelcome to consult...ly she got into the chaise, and dove away without looking up, I undestood he bette and did not do he that injustice. By five o’clock, which was M. Wickfield’s dinne-hou, I had musteed up my spiits again, and was eady fo my knife and fok. The cloth was only laid fo us two; but Agnes was waiting in the dawing-oom befoe dinne, went down with he fathe, and sat opposite to him at table. I doubted whethe he could have dined without he. We did not stay thee, afte dinne, but came upstais into the dawing-oom again: in one snug cone of which, Agnes set glasses fo he fathe, and a decante of pot wine. I thought he would have missed its usual flavou, if it had been put thee fo him by any othe hands. Thee he sat, taking his wine, and taking a good deal of it, fo two hous; while Agnes played on the piano, woked, and talked to him and me. He was, fo the most pat, gay and cheeful with us; Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield but sometimes his eyes ested on he, and he fell into a booding state, and was silent. She always obseved this quickly, I thought, and always oused him with a question o caess. Then he came out of his meditation, and dank moe wine. Agnes made the tea, and pesided ove it; and the time passed away afte it, as afte dinne, until she went to bed; when he fathe took he in his ams and kissed he, and, she being gone, odeed candles in his office. Then I went to bed too. But in the couse of the evening I had ambled down to the doo, and a little way along the steet, that I might have anothe peep at the old houses, and the gey Cathedal; and might think of my coming though that old city on my jouney, and of my passing the vey house I lived in, without knowing it. As I came back, I saw Uiah Heep shutting up the office; and feeling fiendly towads eveybody, went in and spoke to him, and at pating, gave him my hand. But oh, what a clammy hand his was! as ghostly to the touch as to the sight! I ubbed mine aftewads, to wam it, and to ub his off. It was such an uncomfotable hand, that, when I went to my oom, it was still cold and wet upon my memoy. Leaning out of the window, and seeing one of the faces on the beam-ends looking at me sideways, I fancied it was Uiah Heep got up thee somehow, and shut him out in a huy. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield Chapte 16 I AM A NEW BOY IN MORE SENSES THAN ONE Next moning, afte beakfast, I enteed on school life again. I went, accompanied by M. Wickfield, to the scene of my futue studies—a gave building in a coutyad, with a leaned ai about it that seemed vey well suited to the stay ooks and jackdaws who came down fom the Cathedal towes to walk with a clekly beaing on the gass-plot—and was intoduced to my new maste, Docto Stong. Docto Stong looked almost as usty, to my thinking, as the tall ion ails and gates outside the house; and almost as stiff and heavy as the geat stone uns that flanked them, and wee set up, on the top of the ed-bick wall, at egula distances all ound the cout, like sublimated skittles, fo Time to play at. He was in his libay (I mean Docto Stong was), with his clothes not paticulaly well bushed, and his hai not paticulaly well combed; his knee-smalls unbaced; his long black gaites unbuttoned; and his shoes yawning like two cavens on the heath-ug. Tuning upon me a lusteless eye, that eminded me of a long-fogotten blind old hose who once used to cop the gass, and tumble ove the gaves, in Blundestone chuchyad, he said he was glad to see me: and then he gave me his hand; which I didn’t know what to do with, as it did nothing fo itself. But, sitting at wok, not fa fom Docto Stong, was a vey petty young lady—whom he called Annie, and who was his daughte, I supposed—who got me out of my difficulty by kneeling Chale
