“Me handsome, Davy!” said Peggotty. “Lawk, no, my dear! But what put marriage in your head?”

“I don’t know!⁠—You mustn’t marry more than one person at a time, may you, Peggotty?”

“Certainly not,” says Peggotty, with the promptest decision.

“But if you marry a person, and the person dies, why then you may marry another person, mayn’t you, Peggotty?”

“You may ,” says Peggotty, “if you choose, my dear. That’s a matter of opinion.”

“But what is your opinion, Peggotty?” said I.

I asked her, and looked curiously at her, because she looked so curiously at me.