She gives it me, not displeased; and I put it to my lips, and then into my breast. Miss Larkins, laughing, draws her hand through my arm, and says, “Now take me back to Captain Bailey.”

I am lost in the recollection of this delicious interview, and the waltz, when she comes to me again, with a plain elderly gentleman who has been playing whist all night, upon her arm, and says:

“Oh! here is my bold friend! Mr. Chestle wants to know you, Mr. Copperfield.”

I feel at once that he is a friend of the family, and am much gratified.