ye? It ain’t fur off. How is he, sir?’
‘He was very well indeed when I came away, Mr. Peggotty.’
‘There’s a friend!’ said Mr. Peggotty, stretching out his pipe. ‘There’s a friend, if you talk of friends! Why, Lord love my heart alive, if it ain’t a treat to look at him!’
‘He is very handsome, is he not?’ said I, my heart warming with this praise.
‘Handsome!’ cried Mr. Peggotty. ‘He stands up to you like — like a — why I don’t know what he don’t stand up to you like.
He’s so bold!’
‘Yes! That’s just his character,’