I grasped him by both hands, and could not let them go. But for very shame, and the fear that it might displease him, I could have held him round the neck and cried.

‘I never, never, never was so glad! My dear Steerforth, I am so overjoyed to see you!’

‘And I am rejoiced to see you, too!’ he said, shaking my hands heartily.

‘Why, Copperfield, old boy, don’t be overpowered!’ And yet he was glad, too, I thought, to see how the delight I had in meeting him affected me.

I brushed away the tears that my utmost resolution had not been able to keep back, and I made a clumsy laugh of it, and we sat down together, side by side.

‘Why, how do you come to be here?’