The hearing of all this, and a good deal more, outlasted the banquet some time. The greater part of the guests had gone to bed as soon as the eating and drinking were over; and we, who had remained whispering and listening half-undressed, at last betook ourselves to bed, too.

“Good night, young Copperfield,” said Steerforth. “I’ll take care of you.”

“You’re very kind,” I gratefully returned. “I am very much obliged to you.”

“You haven’t got a sister, have you?” said Steerforth, yawning.

“No,” I answered.

“That’s a pity,” said Steerforth. “If you had had one, I should think she would have been a pretty, timid, little, bright-eyed sort of girl. I should have liked to know her. Good night, young Copperfield.”

“Good night, sir,” I replied.