David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 59 Page 14

‘I am married!’

‘Married!’ I cried joyfully.

‘Lord bless me, yes!’ said Traddles — ‘by the Reverend Horace — to Sophy — down in Devonshire. Why, my dear boy, she’s behind the window curtain! Look here!’

To my amazement, the dearest girl in the world came at that same instant, laughing and blushing, from her place of concealment. And a more cheerful, amiable, honest, happy, bright-looking bride, I believe (as I could not help saying on the spot) the world never saw. I kissed her as an old acquaintance should, and wished them joy with all my might of heart.

‘Dear me,’ said Traddles, ‘what a delightful re-union this is! You are so extremely brown, my dear Copperfield! God bless my soul, how happy I am!’