David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 19 Page 48

said Steerforth, clapping me on the shoulder.

‘I came here by the Canterbury coach, today.

I have been adopted by an aunt down in that part of the country, and have just finished my education there. How do YOU come to be here, Steerforth?’

‘Well, I am what they call an Oxford man,’ he returned; ‘that is to say, I get bored to death down there, periodically — and I am on my way now to my mother’s. You’re a devilish amiable-looking fellow, Copperfield. Just what you used to be, now I look at you! Not altered in the least!’

‘I knew you immediately,’ I said; ‘but you are more easily remembered.’

He laughed as he ran his hand through the clustering curls of his hair, and said gaily: