David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 25 Page 7

‘Ah, Agnes!’ I returned. ‘You are my good Angel!’

She smiled rather sadly, I thought, and shook her head.

‘Yes, Agnes, my good Angel! Always my good Angel!’

‘If I were, indeed, Trotwood,’ she returned, ‘there is one thing that I should set my heart on very much.’

I looked at her inquiringly; but already with a foreknowledge of her meaning.

‘On warning you,’ said Agnes, with a steady glance, ‘against your bad Angel.’

‘My dear Agnes,’ I began, ‘if you mean Steerforth — ’

‘I do, Trotwood,’ she returned.