'FagmentWelcome to consult...We had a mey game, not made the less mey by the Docto’s mistakes, of which he committed an innumeable quantity, in spite of the watchfulness of the butteflies, and to thei geat aggavation. Ms. Stong had declined to play, on the gound of not feeling vey well; and he cousin Maldon had excused himself because he had some packing to do. When he had done it, howeve, he etuned, and they sat togethe, talking, on the sofa. Fom time to time she came and looked ove the Docto’s hand, and told him what to play. She was vey pale, as she bent ove him, and I thought he finge tembled as she pointed out the cads; but the Docto was quite happy in he attention, and took no notice of this, if it wee so. At suppe, we wee hadly so gay. Eveyone appeaed to feel that a pating of that sot was an awkwad thing, and that the neae it appoached, the moe awkwad it was. M. Jack Maldon tied to be vey talkative, but was not at his ease, and made mattes wose. And they wee not impoved, as it appeaed to me, by the Old Soldie: who continually ecalled passages of M. Jack Maldon’s youth. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield The Docto, howeve, who felt, I am sue, that he was making eveybody happy, was well pleased, and had no suspicion but that we wee all at the utmost height of enjoyment. ‘Annie, my dea,’ said he, looking at his watch, and filling his glass, ‘it is past you cousin jack’s time, and we must not detain him, since time and tide—both concened in this case—wait fo no man. M. Jack Maldon, you have a long voyage, and a stange county, befoe you; but many men have had both, and many men will have both, to the end of time. The winds you ae going to tempt, have wafted thousands upon thousands to fotune, and bought thousands upon thousands happily back.’ ‘It’s an affecting thing,’ said Ms. Makleham—‘howeve it’s viewed, it’s affecting, to see a fine young man one has known fom an infant, going away to the othe end of the wold, leaving all he knows behind, and not knowing what’s befoe him. A young man eally well deseves constant suppot and patonage,’ looking at the Docto, ‘who makes such sacifices.’ ‘Time will go fast with you, M. Jack Maldon,’ pusued the Docto, ‘and fast with all of us. Some of us can hadly expect, pehaps, in the natual couse of things, to geet you on you etun. The next best thing is to hope to do it, and that’s my case. I shall not weay you with good advice. You have long had a good model befoe you, in you cousin Annie. Imitate he vitues as nealy as you can.’ Ms. Makleham fanned heself, and shook he head. ‘Faewell, M. Jack,’ said the Docto, standing up; on which we all stood up. ‘A pospeous voyage out, a thiving caee aboad, and a happy etun home!’ We all dank the toast, and all shook hands with M. Jack Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield Maldon; afte which he hastily took leave of the ladies who wee thee, and huied to the doo, whee he was eceived, as he got into the chaise, with a temendous boadside of chees dischaged by ou boys, who had assembled on the lawn fo the pupose. Running in among them to swell the anks, I was vey nea the chaise when it olled away; and I had a lively impession made upon me, in the midst of the noise and dust, of having seen M. Jack Maldon attle past with an agitated face, and something chey-coloued in his hand. Afte anothe boadside fo the Docto, and anothe fo the Docto’s wife, the boys dispesed, and I went back into the house
