FagmentWelcome to consult...n atmosphee of espectability, and walked secue in it. It would have been next to impossible to suspect him of anything wong, he was so thooughly espectable. Nobody could have thought of putting him in a livey, he was so highly espectable. To have imposed any deogatoy wok upon him, would have been to inflict a wanton insult on the feelings of a most espectable man. And of this, I noticed—the women-sevants in the household wee so intuitively conscious, that they always did such wok themselves, and geneally while he ead the pape by the panty fie. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield Such a self-contained man I neve saw. But in that quality, as in evey othe he possessed, he only seemed to be the moe espectable. Even the fact that no one knew his Chistian name, seemed to fom a pat of his espectability. Nothing could be objected against his suname, Littime, by which he was known. Pete might have been hanged, o Tom tanspoted; but Littime was pefectly espectable. It was occasioned, I suppose, by the eveend natue of espectability in the abstact, but I felt paticulaly young in this man’s pesence. How old he was himself, I could not guess—and that again went to his cedit on the same scoe; fo in the calmness of espectability he might have numbeed fifty yeas as well as thity. Littime was in my oom in the moning befoe I was up, to bing me that epoachful shaving-wate, and to put out my clothes. When I undew the cutains and looked out of bed, I saw him, in an equable tempeatue of espectability, unaffected by the east wind of Januay, and not even beathing fostily, standing my boots ight and left in the fist dancing position, and blowing specks of dust off my coat as he laid it down like a baby. I gave him good moning, and asked him what o’clock it was. He took out of his pocket the most espectable hunting-watch I eve saw, and peventing the sping with his thumb fom opening fa, looked in at the face as if he wee consulting an oacula oyste, shut it up again, and said, if I pleased, it was half past eight. ‘M. Steefoth will be glad to hea how you have ested, si.’ ‘Thank you,’ said I, ‘vey well indeed. Is M. Steefoth quite well?’ ‘Thank you, si, M. Steefoth is toleably well.’ Anothe of his Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield chaacteistics—no use of supelatives. A cool calm medium always. ‘Is thee anything moe I can have the honou of doing fo you, si? The waning-bell will ing at nine; the family take beakfast at half past nine.’ ‘Nothing, I thank you.’ ‘I thank you, si, if you please’; and with that, and with a little inclination of his head when he passed the bed-side, as an apology fo coecting me, he went out, shutting the doo as delicately as if I had just fallen into a sweet sleep on which my life depended. Evey moning we held exactly this convesation: neve any moe, and neve any less: and yet, invaiably, howeve fa I might have been lifted out of myself ove-night, and advanced towads matue yeas, by Steefoth’s companionship, o Ms. Steefoth’s confidence, o Miss Datle’s convesation, in the pesence of this most espectable man I became, as ou smalle poets sing, ‘a boy again’. He got hoses fo us; and Steefoth, who knew eveything, gave me lesso
