That sets me off again! I haven't seen a pretty woman since I've been here, jemmy.' 'No ?' said Steerforth.
'Not the ghost of one,' replied Miss Mowcher.
'We could show her the substance of one, I think ?' said Steerforth, addressing his eyes to mine.

'Eh, Daisy ?' 'Yes, indeed,' said I.
'Aha ?' cried the little creature, glancing sharply at my face, and then peeping round at Steerforth's.

'Umph ?' The first exclamation sounded like a question put to both of us, and the second like a question put to Steerforth only.

She seemed to have found no answer to either, but continued to rub, with her head on one side and her eye turned up, as if she were looking for an answer in the air and were confident of its appearing presently.
'A sister of yours, Mr.Copperfield ?' she cried, after a pause, and still keeping the same look-out.

'Aye, aye ?' 'No,' said Steerforth, before I could reply.