'I am for Highgate tonight.

I have not seen my mother this long time, and it lies upon my conscience, for it's something to be loved as she loves her prodigal son .-- -Bah! Nonsense!--You mean to go tomorrow, I suppose ?' he said, holding me out at arm's length, with a hand on each of my shoulders.
'Yes, I think so.' 'Well, then, don't go till next day.

I wanted you to come and stay a few days with us.

Here I am, on purpose to bid you, and you fly off to Yarmouth!' 'You are a nice fellow to talk of flying off, Steerforth, who are always running wild on some unknown expedition or other!' He looked at me for a moment without speaking, and then rejoined, still holding me as before, and giving me a shake: 'Come! Say the next day, and pass as much of tomorrow as you can with us! Who knows when we may meet again, else?
Come! Say the next day! I want you to stand between Rosa Dartle and me, and keep us asunder.' 'Would you love each other too much, without me ?' 'Yes; or hate,' laughed Steerforth; 'no matter which.

Come! Say the next day!' I said the next day; and he put on his great-coat and lighted his cigar, and set off to walk home.