David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 42 Page 24

‘You must think less about it. Remember that I confide in simple love and truth at last.

Have no apprehensions for me, Trotwood,’ she added, after a moment; ‘the step you dread my taking, I shall never take.’

Although I think I had never really feared it, in any season of cool reflection, it was an unspeakable relief to me to have this assurance from her own truthful lips. I told her so, earnestly.

‘And when this visit is over,’ said I, — ‘for we may not be alone another time, — how long is it likely to be, my dear Agnes, before you come to London again?’

‘Probably a long time,’ she replied; ‘I think it will be best — for papa’s sake —