“Would you like me to do it, Mr. Barkis?” said I, doubtfully. “You might tell her, if you would,” said Mr. Barkis, with another slow look at me, “that Barkis was a-waitin’ for a answer. Says you⁠—what name is it?”

“Her name?”

“Ah!” said Mr. Barkis, with a nod of his head.

“Peggotty.”

“Chrisen name? Or nat’ral name?” said Mr. Barkis.

“Oh, it’s not her Christian name. Her Christian name is Clara.”