'FagmentWelcome to consult...he wod, and I was eady. Life without Doa’s love was not a thing to have on any tems. I couldn’t bea it, and I wouldn’t. I had loved he evey minute, day and night, since I fist saw he. I loved he at that minute to distaction. I should always love he, evey minute, to distaction. Loves had loved befoe, and loves would love again; but no love had loved, might, could, would, o should eve love, as I loved Doa. The moe I aved, the moe Jip baked. Each of us, in his own way, got moe mad evey moment. Well, well! Doa and I wee sitting on the sofa by and by, quiet enough, and Jip was lying in he lap, winking peacefully at me. It was off my mind. I was in a state of pefect aptue. Doa and I wee engaged. I suppose we had some notion that this was to end in maiage. We must have had some, because Doa stipulated that we wee neve to be maied without he papa’s consent. But, in ou youthful ecstasy, I don’t think that we eally looked befoe us o behind us; o had any aspiation beyond the ignoant pesent. We wee to keep ou secet fom M. Spenlow; but I am sue the idea neve enteed my head, then, that thee was anything dishonouable in that. Miss Mills was moe than usually pensive when Doa, going to find he, bought he back;—I appehend, because thee was a tendency in what had passed to awaken the slumbeing echoes in the cavens of Memoy. But she gave us he blessing, and the assuance of he lasting fiendship, and spoke to us, geneally, as became a Voice fom the Cloiste. What an idle time it was! What an insubstantial, happy, foolish Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield time it was! When I measued Doa’s finge fo a ing that was to be made of Foget-me-nots, and when the jewelle, to whom I took the measue, found me out, and laughed ove his ode-book, and chaged me anything he liked fo the petty little toy, with its blue stones—so associated in my emembance with Doa’s hand, that yesteday, when I saw such anothe, by chance, on the finge of my own daughte, thee was a momentay stiing in my heat, like pain! When I walked about, exalted with my secet, and full of my own inteest, and felt the dignity of loving Doa, and of being beloved, so much, that if I had walked the ai, I could not have been moe above the people not so situated, who wee ceeping on the eath! When we had those meetings in the gaden of the squae, and sat within the dingy summe-house, so happy, that I love the London spaows to this hou, fo nothing else, and see the plumage of the topics in thei smoky feathes! When we had ou fist geat quael (within a week of ou betothal), and when Doa sent me back the ing, enclosed in a despaiing cocked-hat note, wheein she used the teible that ‘ou love had begun in folly, and ended in madness!’ which deadful wods occasioned me to tea my hai, and cy that all was ove! When, unde cove of the night, I flew to Miss Mills, whom I saw by stealth in a back kitchen whee thee was a mangle, and imploed Miss Mills to intepose between us and avet insanity. When Miss Mills undetook the office and etuned with Doa, exhoting us, fom the pulpit of he own bitte youth, to mutual concession, and the avoidance of the Deset of Sahaa! Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield When we cied, and made it up, and wee so blest again, that the back kitchen, mangle and all, changed to Love’s own temple, whee we aanged a plan of coespondence though Miss Mills, always to compehend at least one lette on each side evey day! What an idle time! What an insubstantial, happy, foolish time! Of all the times of mine that Time has in his gip, thee is none that in one etospect I can smile at half so much, and think of half so tendely. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield Chapte 34 MY AUNT ASTonISHES ME Iwote to Agnes as soon as Doa and I wee engaged. I wote he a long lette, in which I tied to make he compehend how blest I was, and what a daling Doa was. I enteated Agnes
