How do YOU come to be here, Steerforth ?' 'Well, I am what they call an Oxford man,' he returned; 'that is to say, I get bored to death down there, periodically--and I am on my way now to my mother's.

You're a devilish amiable-looking fellow, Copperfield.

Just what you used to be, now I look at you! Not altered in the least!' 'I knew you immediately,' I said; 'but you are more easily remembered.' He laughed as he ran his hand through the clustering curls of his hair, and said gaily: 'Yes, I am on an expedition of duty.

My mother lives a little way out of town; and the roads being in a beastly condition, and our house tedious enough, I remained here tonight instead of going on.

I have not been in town half-a-dozen hours, and those I have been dozing and grumbling away at the play.' 'I have been at the play, too,' said I.'At Covent Garden.