David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 25 Page 57

‘Dear me!’ he said, ‘it’s past one. The moments slip away so, in the confidence of old times, Master Copperfield, that it’s almost half past one!’

I answered that I had thought it was later. Not that I had really thought so, but because my conversational powers were effectually scattered.

‘Dear me!’ he said, considering. ‘The ouse that I am stopping at — a sort of a private hotel and boarding ouse, Master Copperfield, near the New River ed — will have gone to bed these two hours.’

‘I am sorry,’ I returned, ‘that there is only one bed here, and that I — ’

‘Oh, don’t think of mentioning beds, Master Copperfield!’