When the evening was pretty far spent, and a tray of glasses and
decanters came in, Steerforth promised, over the fire, that he would
seriously think of going down into the country with me. There was no
hurry, he said; a week hence would do; and his mother hospitably said
the same. While we were talking, he more than once called me Daisy;
which brought Miss Dartle out again. 'But really, Mr. Copperfield,' she asked, 'is it a nickname? And
why does he give it you? Is it - eh? - because he thinks you young and
innocent? I am so stupid in these things.'
She went to bed soon after this, and Mrs. Steerforth retired too.
Steerforth and I, after lingering for half-an-hour over the fire,
talking about Traddles and all the rest of them at old Salem House, went
upstairs together. Steerforth's room was next to mine, and I went in
to look at it. It was a picture of comfort, full of easy-chairs,
cushions and footstools, worked by his mother's hand, and with no sort
of thing omitted that buy anabolics steroids could help to render it complete. Finally, her
handsome features looked down on her darling from a portrait on the
wall, as if it were even something to her that her likeness should watch
him while he slept.
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