David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 14 Page 3

I looked up, and met her sharp bright glance respectfully.

‘I have written to him,’ said my aunt.

‘To — ?’

‘To your father-in-law,’ said my aunt. ‘I have sent him a letter that I’ll trouble him to attend to, or he and I will fall out, I can tell him!’

‘Does he know where I am, aunt?’ I inquired, alarmed.

‘I have told him,’ said my aunt, with a nod.

‘Shall I — be — given up to him?’ I faltered.

‘I don’t know,’ said my aunt. ‘We shall see.’