“He’s coming to himself,” said Peggotty.

Mr. Peggotty touched me, and whispered with much awe and reverence. “They are both a-going out fast.”

“Barkis, my dear!” said Peggotty.

“ C. P. Barkis,” he cried faintly. “No better woman anywhere!”

“Look! Here’s Master Davy!” said Peggotty. For he now opened his eyes.

I was on the point of asking him if he knew me, when he tried to stretch out his arm, and said to me, distinctly, with a pleasant smile:

“Barkis is willin’!”

And, it being low water, he went out with the tide.