minute, requested me to follow her. I obeyed, all in a tremble, and was conducted into another room. There, I found my blessed darling stopping her ears behind the door, with her dear little face against the wall; and Jip in the plate-warmer with his head tied up in a towel.
Oh! How beautiful she was in her black frock, and how she sobbed and cried at first, and wouldn't come out from behind the door! How fond we were of one another, when she did come out at last; and what a state of bliss I was in, when we took Jip out of the plate-warmer, and restored him to the light, sneezing very much, and were all three reunited!
"My clearest Dora! Now, indeed, my own for ever!"
"Oh don't!" pleaded Dora. "Please!"
"Are you not my own for ever, Dora?"
"Oh yes, of course I am!" cried Dora, "but I am so frightened!"
"Frightened, my own?"
"Oh yes! I don't like him," said Dora. "Why don't he go?"
"Who, my life?"
"Your friend," said Dora. "It isn't any business of his. What a stupid he must be!"
"My love!" (There never was anything so coaxing as her childish ways.) "He is the best creature!"
"Oh, but we don't want any best creatures!" pouted Dora.
"My dear," I argued, "you will soon know him well, and like him of all things. And here is my aunt coming soon; and you'll like her of all things too, when you know her."
"No, please don't bring her!" said Dora, giving me a horrified little kiss, and folding her hands. "Don't. I know she's a naughty, mischief-making old thing! Don't let her come here, Doady!" which was a corruption of David.
Remonstrance was of no use, then; so I laughed, and admired, and was very much in love and very happy; and she showed me Jip's new trick of standing on his hind legs in a corner—which he did for about the space of a flash of lightning, and then fell down—and I don't know how long I should have stayed there, oblivious of Traddles, if Miss Lavinia had not come in to take me away. Miss Lavinia was very fond of Dora (she told me Dora was exactly like what she had been herself at her age—she must have altered a good deal), and she treated Dora just as if she had been a toy. I wanted to persuade Dora to come and see Traddles, but on my proposing it she ran off to her own room and locked herself in; so I went to Traddles without her, and walked away with him on air.
"Nothing could be more satisfactory," said Traddles; "and they are very agreeable old ladies, I am sure. I shouldn't be at all surprised if you were to be married years before me, Copperfield."
"Does your Sophy play on any instrument, Traddles?" I enquired, in the pride of my heart.
"She knows enough of the piano to teach it to her little sisters," said Traddles.
"Does she sing at all?" I asked.
"Why, she sings ballads, sometimes, to freshen up the others a little when they're out of spirits," said Traddles. "Nothing scientific."
"She doesn't sing to the guitar?" said I.
