10 David Copperfield
I am not like to see him agen. I fare to feel sure on’t. We
doen’t say so, but so ‘twill be, and better so. The last you
see on him - the very last - will you give him the lovingest
duty and thanks of the orphan, as he was ever more than a
father to?’
This I also promised, faithfully.
‘I thankee agen, sir,’ he said, heartily shaking hands. ‘I
know wheer you’re a-going. Good-bye!’
With a slight wave of his hand, as though to explain to
me that he could not enter the old place, he turned away. As
I looked after his figure, crossing the waste in the moon-
light, I saw him turn his face towards a strip of silvery light
upon the sea, and pass on, looking at it, until he was a shad-
ow in the distance.
The door of the boat-house stood open when I approached;
and, on entering, I found it emptied of all its furniture, sav-
ing one of the old lockers, on which Mrs. Gummidge, with a
basket on her knee, was seated, looking at Mr. Peggotty. He
leaned his elbow on the rough chimney-piece, and gazed
upon a few expiring embers in the grate; but he raised his
head, hopefully, on my coming in, and spoke in a cheery
manner.
‘Come, according to promise, to bid farewell to ‘t, eh,
Mas’r Davy?’ he said, taking up the candle. ‘Bare enough,
now, an’t it?’ ‘Indeed you have made good use of the time,’
said I.
‘Why, we have not been idle, sir. Missis Gummidge has
worked like a - I doen’t know what Missis Gummidge an’t
worked like,’ said Mr. Peggotty, looking at her, at a loss for a