'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.' 'Is it though ?' said Mr.Barkis.
He seemed to find an immense fund of reflection in this circumstance, and sat pondering and inwardly whistling for some time.
'Well!' he resumed at length.

'Says you, "Peggotty! Barkis is waitin' for a answer." Says she, perhaps, "Answer to what ?" Says you, "To what I told you." "What is that ?" says she.

"Barkis is willin'," says you.' This extremely artful suggestion Mr.Barkis accompanied with a nudge of his elbow that gave me quite a stitch in my side.