David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 44 Page 43

said Dora.

‘But say you’ll let me stop, and see you write.’

‘Why, what a sight for such bright eyes at midnight!’ I replied.

‘Are they bright, though?’ returned Dora, laughing. ‘I’m so glad they’re bright.’ ‘Little Vanity!’ said I.

But it was not vanity; it was only harmless delight in my admiration. I knew that very well, before she told me so.

‘If you think them pretty, say I may always stop, and see you write!’ said Dora.

‘Do you think them pretty?’

‘Very pretty.’

‘Then let me always stop and see you write.’