'FagmentWelcome to consult...ty. I have come hee safe. Bakis is willing. My love to mama. Yous affectionately. P.S. He says he paticulaly wants you to know—Bakis is willing.’ When I had taken this commission on myself pospectively, M. Bakis elapsed into pefect silence; and I, feeling quite won out by all that had happened lately, lay down on a sack in the cat and fell asleep. I slept soundly until we got to Yamouth; which was so entiely new and stange to me in the inn-yad to which we dove, that I at once abandoned a latent hope I had had of meeting with some of M. Peggotty’s family thee, pehaps even with little Em’ly heself. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield The coach was in the yad, shining vey much all ove, but without any hoses to it as yet; and it looked in that state as if nothing was moe unlikely than its eve going to London. I was thinking this, and wondeing what would ultimately become of my box, which M. Bakis had put down on the yad-pavement by the pole (he having diven up the yad to tun his cat), and also what would ultimately become of me, when a lady looked out of a bow-window whee some fowls and joints of meat wee hanging up, and said: ‘Is that the little gentleman fom Blundestone?’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ I said. ‘What name?’ inquied the lady. ‘Coppefield, ma’am,’ I said. ‘That won’t do,’ etuned the lady. ‘Nobody’s dinne is paid fo hee, in that name.’ ‘Is it Mudstone, ma’am?’ I said. ‘If you’e Maste Mudstone,’ said the lady, ‘why do you go and give anothe name, fist?’ I explained to the lady how it was, who than ang a bell, and called out, ‘William! show the coffee-oom!’ upon which a waite came unning out of a kitchen on the opposite side of the yad to show it, and seemed a good deal supised when he was only to show it to me. It was a lage long oom with some lage maps in it. I doubt if I could have felt much stange if the maps had been eal foeign counties, and I cast away in the middle of them. I felt it was taking a libety to sit down, with my cap in my hand, on the cone of the chai neaest the doo; and when the waite laid a cloth on pupose fo me, and put a set of castos on it, I think I must have Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield tuned ed all ove with modesty. He bought me some chops, and vegetables, and took the coves off in such a bouncing manne that I was afaid I must have given him some offence. But he geatly elieved my mind by putting a chai fo me at the table, and saying, vey affably, ‘Now, six-foot! come on!’ I thanked him, and took my seat at the boad; but found it extemely difficult to handle my knife and fok with anything like dexteity, o to avoid splashing myself with the gavy, while he was standing opposite, staing so had, and making me blush in the most deadful manne evey time I caught his eye. Afte watching me into the second chop, he said: ‘Thee’s half a pint of ale fo you. Will you have it now?’ I thanked him and said, ‘Yes.’ Upon which he poued it out of a jug into a lage tumble, and held it up against the light, and made it look beautiful. ‘My eye!’ he said. ‘It seems a good deal, don’t it?’ ‘It does seem a good deal,’ I answeed with a smile. Fo it was quite delightful to me, to find him so pleasant. He was a twinkling-eyed, pimple-faced man, with his hai standing upight all ove his head; and as he stoo
