Finding him in this intention, I put on my own great-coat (but did not light my own cigar, having had enough of that for one while) and walked with him as far as the open road: a dull road, then, at night.

He was in great spirits all the way; and when we parted, and I looked after him going so gallantly and airily homeward, I thought of his saying, 'Ride on over all obstacles, and win the race!' and wished, for the first time, that he had some worthy race to run.
I was undressing in my own room, when Mr.Micawber's letter tumbled on the floor.

Thus reminded of it, I broke the seal and read as follows.

It was dated an hour and a half before dinner.

I am not sure whether I have mentioned that, when Mr.Micawber was at any particularly desperate crisis, he used a sort of legal phraseology, which he seemed to think equivalent to winding up his affairs.
'SIR--for I dare not say my dear Copperfield, 'It is expedient that I should inform you that the undersigned is Crushed.