consequently, we were on the Yarmouth coach, and again travelling over the old ground.

As we passed along the familiar street at night — Mr. Peggotty, in despite of all my remonstrances, carrying my bag — I glanced into Omer and Joram’s shop, and saw my old friend Mr. Omer there, smoking his pipe. I felt reluctant to be present, when Mr. Peggotty first met his sister and Ham; and made Mr. Omer my excuse for lingering behind.

‘How is Mr. Omer, after this long time?’ said I, going in.

He fanned away the smoke of his pipe, that he might get a better view of me, and soon recognized me with great delight.

‘I should get up, sir, to acknowledge such an honour as this visit,’ said he,