David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 49 Page 21

turning, for, upon my soul, in my present state of mind I am not equal to this!’

We wheeled him off into a narrow street, where he took out his pocket-handkerchief, and stood with his back to a wall.

If I looked as gravely at him as Traddles did, he must have found our company by no means inspiriting.

‘It is my fate,’ said Mr. Micawber, unfeignedly sobbing, but doing even that, with a shadow of the old expression of doing something genteel; ‘it is my fate, gentlemen, that the finer feelings of our nature have become reproaches to me. My homage to Miss Wickfield, is a flight of arrows in my bosom. You had better leave me, if you please, to walk the earth as a vagabond. The worm will settle my business in double-quick time.’