Peggotty and all her family were full of grief at our going.

The whole house of Omer and Joram turned out to bid us good-bye; and there were so many seafaring volunteers in attendance on Steerforth, when our portmanteaux went to the coach, that if we had had the baggage of a regiment with us, we should hardly have wanted porters to carry it.
In a word, we departed to the regret and admiration of all concerned, and left a great many people very sorry behind US.
Do you stay long here, Littimer ?' said I, as he stood waiting to see the coach start.
'No, sir,' he replied; 'probably not very long, sir.' 'He can hardly say, just now,' observed Steerforth, carelessly.

'He knows what he has to do, and he'll do it.' 'That I am sure he will,' said I.
Littimer touched his hat in acknowledgement of my good opinion, and I felt about eight years old.

He touched it once more, wishing us a good journey; and we left him standing on the pavement, as respectable a mystery as any pyramid in Egypt.
For some little time we held no conversation, Steerforth being unusually silent, and I being sufficiently engaged in wondering, within myself, when I should see the old places again, and what new changes might happen to me or them in the meanwhile.

At length Steerforth, becoming gay and talkative in a moment, as he could become anything he liked at any moment, pulled me by the arm: 'Find a voice, David.