David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 49 Page 37

With this last repetition of the magic word that had kept him going at all, and in which he surpassed all his previous efforts, Mr. Micawber rushed out of the house; leaving us in a state of excitement, hope, and wonder, that reduced us to a condition little better than his own.

But even then his passion for writing letters was too strong to be resisted; for while we were yet in the height of our excitement, hope, and wonder, the following pastoral note was brought to me from a neighbouring tavern, at which he had called to write it: —

‘Most secret and confidential.

‘MY DEAR SIR,

‘I beg to be allowed to convey, through you, my apologies to your excellent aunt for my late excitement.