David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 62 Page 22

should come to call even the heart now beating against mine, his own.

It was nearly dinner-time next day when we appeared before my aunt.

She was up in my study, Peggotty said: which it was her pride to keep in readiness and order for me. We found her, in her spectacles, sitting by the fire.

‘Goodness me!’ said my aunt, peering through the dusk, ‘who’s this you’re bringing home?’

‘Agnes,’ said I.

As we had arranged to say nothing at first, my aunt was not a little discomfited. She darted a hopeful glance at me, when I said ‘Agnes’; but seeing that I looked as usual, she took off her spectacles in despair, and rubbed her nose with them.