David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 16 Page 61

‘Farewell, Mr. Jack,’ said the Doctor, standing up; on which we all stood up.

‘A prosperous voyage out, a thriving career abroad, and a happy return home!’

We all drank the toast, and all shook hands with Mr. Jack Maldon; after which he hastily took leave of the ladies who were there, and hurried to the door, where he was received, as he got into the chaise, with a tremendous broadside of cheers discharged by our boys, who had assembled on the lawn for the purpose. Running in among them to swell the ranks, I was very near the chaise when it rolled away; and I had a lively impression made upon me, in the midst of the noise and dust, of having seen Mr. Jack Maldon rattle past with an agitated face, and something cherry-coloured in his hand.