David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 41 Page 39

which he did for about the space of a flash of lightning, and then fell down — and I don’t know how long I should have stayed there, oblivious of Traddles, if Miss Lavinia had not come in to take me away.

Miss Lavinia was very fond of Dora (she told me Dora was exactly like what she had been herself at her age — she must have altered a good deal), and she treated Dora just as if she had been a toy. I wanted to persuade Dora to come and see Traddles, but on my proposing it she ran off to her own room and locked herself in; so I went to Traddles without her, and walked away with him on air.

‘Nothing could be more satisfactory,’ said Traddles; ‘and they are very agreeable old ladies, I am sure.