David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 41 Page 40

I shouldn’t be at all surprised if you were to be married years before me, Copperfield.’

‘Does your Sophy play on any instrument, Traddles?’ I inquired, in the pride of my heart.

‘She knows enough of the piano to teach it to her little sisters,’ said Traddles.

‘Does she sing at all?’ I asked.

‘Why, she sings ballads, sometimes, to freshen up the others a little when they’re out of spirits,’ said Traddles.

‘Nothing scientific.’

‘She doesn’t sing to the guitar?’ said I.

‘Oh dear no!’