They were all delighted with my residence.

When I conducted Mrs.Micawber to my dressing-table, and she saw the scale on which it was prepared for her, she was in such raptures, that she called Mr.Micawber to come in and look.
'My dear Copperfield,' said Mr.Micawber, 'this is luxurious.

This is a way of life which reminds me of the period when I was myself in a state of celibacy, and Mrs.Micawber had not yet been solicited to plight her faith at the Hymeneal altar.' 'He means, solicited by him, Mr.Copperfield,' said Mrs.Micawber, archly.

'He cannot answer for others.' 'My dear,' returned Mr.Micawber with sudden seriousness, 'I have no desire to answer for others.

I am too well aware that when, in the inscrutable decrees of Fate, you were reserved for me, it is possible you may have been reserved for one, destined, after a protracted struggle, at length to fall a victim to pecuniary involvements of a complicated nature.