didn’t tell Em’ly what she come out fur, lest her ’art should fail, and she should think of hiding of herself. How the cruel lady know’d of her being theer, I can’t say. Whether him as I have spoke so much of, chanced to see ’em going theer, or whether (which is most like, to my thinking) he had heerd it from the woman, I doen’t greatly ask myself. My niece is found.
“All night long,” said Mr. Peggotty, “we have been together, Em’ly and me. ’Tis little (considering the time) as she has said, in wureds, through them brokenhearted tears; ’tis less as I have seen of her dear face, as grow’d into a woman’s at my hearth. But, all night long, her arms has been about my neck; and her head has laid heer; and we knows full well, as we can put our trust in one another, ever more.”
He ceased to speak, and his hand upon the table rested there in perfect repose, with a resolution in it that might have conquered lions.
“It was a gleam of light upon me, Trot,” said my aunt, drying her eyes, “when I formed the resolution of being godmother to your sister Betsey Trotwood, who disappointed me; but, next to that, hardly anything would have given me greater pleasure, than to be godmother to that good young creature’s baby!”
Mr. Peggotty nodded his understanding of my aunt’s feelings, but could not trust himself with any verbal reference to the subject of her commendation. We all remained silent, and occupied with our own reflections (my aunt drying her eyes, and now sobbing convulsively, and now laughing and calling herself a fool); until I spoke.
“You have quite made up your mind,” said I to Mr. Peggotty, “as to the future, good friend? I need scarcely ask you.”
“Quite, Mas’r Davy,” he returned; “and told Em’ly. Theer’s mighty countries, fur from heer. Our future life lays over the sea.”