(though there were two missing, which made Mrs. Crupp very uncomfortable), that I was absolutely frightened at them.

One of Steerforth’s friends was named Grainger, and the other Markham. They were both very gay and lively fellows; Grainger, something older than Steerforth; Markham, youthful-looking, and I should say not more than twenty. I observed that the latter always spoke of himself indefinitely, as ‘a man’, and seldom or never in the first person singular.

‘A man might get on very well here, Mr. Copperfield,’ said Markham — meaning himself.

‘It’s not a bad situation,’ said I, ‘and the rooms are really commodious.’

‘I hope you have both brought appetites with you?’