'I'm a bacheldore.' 'A bachelor!' I said, astonished.

'Why, who's that, Mr.Peggotty ?' pointing to the person in the apron who was knitting.
'That's Missis Gummidge,' said Mr.Peggotty.
'Gummidge, Mr.Peggotty ?' But at this point Peggotty--I mean my own peculiar Peggotty--made such impressive motions to me not to ask any more questions, that I could only sit and look at all the silent company, until it was time to go to bed.

Then, in the privacy of my own little cabin, she informed me that Ham and Em'ly were an orphan nephew and niece, whom my host had at different times adopted in their childhood, when they were left destitute: and that Mrs.Gummidge was the widow of his partner in a boat, who had died very poor.

He was but a poor man himself, said Peggotty, but as good as gold and as true as steel--those were her similes.

The only subject, she informed me, on which he ever showed a violent temper or swore an oath, was this generosity of his; and if it were ever referred to, by any one of them, he struck the table a heavy blow with his right hand (had split it on one such occasion), and swore a dreadful oath that he would be 'Gormed' if he didn't cut and run for good, if it was ever mentioned again.