David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 59 Page 12

‘my dearest Copperfield, my long-lost and most welcome friend, how glad I am to see you!

How brown you are! How glad I am! Upon my life and honour, I never was so rejoiced, my beloved Copperfield, never!’

I was equally at a loss to express my emotions. I was quite unable to speak, at first.

‘My dear fellow!’ said Traddles. ‘And grown so famous! My glorious Copperfield! Good gracious me, WHEN did you come, WHERE have you come from, WHAT have you been doing?’

Never pausing for an answer to anything he said, Traddles, who had clapped me into an easy-chair by the fire, all this time impetuously stirred the fire with one hand, and pulled at my neck-kerchief with the other, under some wild delusion that it was a great-coat.