David Copperfield Page #7

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Oh, but wait.

Steerforth, this is my beloved Peggotty.

Why Peggotty, I've known you so long.

I've known the crocodile book,

And the workbox with

St. Paul's Cathedral on the lid.

And because of what you've been

to David, I love you as he does.

I'm... I'm proud to know you sir.

And you were so good to Davy at school.

Here's the little bride.

Oh, what a good though, woman.

Gather around, young gentlemen,

I'm as rough as a sea porcipine,

but I makes you welcome.

Thank you, Mr. Peggotty.

And now I have a toast to propose.

A toast, to little Emily,

the flower of Yarmouth.

Here's to her beauty, her happiness,

and her marriage.

And here's to the one

who is to marry her,

The luckiest man in all England.

Here! Here!

"Go, fetch me some of

your father's gold.

And some of your mother's feed.

And two of the best nags

from out of the stable.

Where there stood thirty and three.

They mounted upon their milk

white steeds.

And rode them side by side.

Catch hold of my hand,

my fair pretty maid.

And I will make you my bride."

Weeks passed amid old scenes.

The Yarmonth Skipper.

Why David, you come upon me

like a reproachful ghost!

Not reproachful, Steerforth.

I've been looking at the pictures

in the fire.

Oh, I detest this mongrel hour,

neither day nor night.

What have you been doing?

I've been taking some letters

to the Postman.

What? Dora again?

Is it twice or three times a day

you write to your dear intended?

I envy you.

What is it, Littimer?

I beg your pardon sir.

I've arranged for the boat

for the summer.

I think you will find the terms

satisfactory.

Exceedingly satisfactory.

Isn't Littimer the perfect servant,

David.

Respectable, discreet, and a skinflint.

Thank you very much sir.

You see, I'm going to take my yachting

seriously.

Oh, we'll have

a glorious summer sailing, David.

Two idle apprentices,

sailing and daydreaming.

You of your Dora,

and I...

Hang on Littimer,

when is the boat to be ready?

It's being freshly rigged sir,

and renamed.

What are you gonna call her?

The Little Emily.

Oh, won't that make Emily proud.

She's an engaging little beauty,

that girl.

But isn't that a rather chattel

headed fellow she's going to marry?

Steerforth! Don't!

Don't be terribly cynical.

I see how well you understand

these simple people,

And how perfectly you want

only their happiness.

And I admire you for it.

I believe you're honest.

I believe you're good, David.

Oh, I wish we all were.

David, if anything should ever

separate us, promise me...

You'll always think of me at my best.

You have no best with me, Steerforth.

And no worst.

Oh dear, does here it come.

A chill off and creeping up my back.

Oh, I'm a Ione, lorn creature.

And everything goes contrary with me.

Oh, cheer up my pretty Mother.

No Daniel, nothing's nicer to me

than to be Ione and lorn.

Oh, come on old girl.

It hasn't been so bad the past weeks.

With Master Davy and Mr. Steerforth

to keep us merry.

I know, but I'm Ione and lorn.

A real sailor man, he's become

this summer, Mr. Steerforth.

Always happy just sailing along

with Ham and Emily.

There. That's for little Emily.

They burn bright and cheerful at night,

so when I'm here

And Emily's coming home,

I put the light in the window for her.

Aye, here she is.

Where's Emily?

Master Davy,

will you come outside a minute

And see what Emily

and me is gonna show you?

Ham, what's the matter?

Master Davy...

For heaven sake, tell me.

Oh, that I'd have died for her.

Would die for her now.

But she's gone.

Gone?

Emily's run away.

And I pray God kill her sooner

than her come to disgrace.

You're a scholar, sir.

You know what's right and best.

What am I to say them indoors?

How am I gonna break it to him,

Master Davy?

What's a'miss?

It's Emily.

A letter sir, from Emily.

You read it sir.

Read it slow.

I... I don't knows I can understand.

"When you, who loved me so much

better than I ever have deserved,

See this, I shall be far away."

Far away.

Emily far away.

"Never to come back.

Unless he brings me back a Lady.

You that I have wronged,

Love someone that will be true to you

and worthy of you.

Tell Uncle that I never have loved him

half so much, as I do now."

Who's the man?

Master Davy, leave us a bit.

I want to know his name.

A servant came with a strange coach and

horses outside of town

This morning.

Almost before day broke.

A man was inside.

A man you know, Master Davy.

Emily went to him.

Steerforth.

It ain't no fault of yours, Master Davy.

I'm far from leaving it onto you.

The man is Steerforth.

I'm a dead man's soul.

If I'd one thought of

what was in his mind...

Strike me down dead

I'd have drown him and thought it right.

Where you going?

I'm going to find my Emily!

Where Dan?

Anywhere! No ones stopping me!

No no no no no, Dan!

Settle a little while

until your thinking right.

Not as you are now.

Sit you down.

Give me your forgiveness Dan,

for ever haven been a wife to you.

Oh, what a most contrary's

ever been to this.

Dan, remember at the little orphan

you took in.

Now, soften your poor heart.

I forgive her.

I do forgive her.

But I must find her,

if it takes to the end of my days.

"My Dear Aunt Betsey,

I send you the first copy of

my first book.

My happiness over it's publication

Has helped me forget my disillusionment

in Steerforth.

I have a secret to confide in you.

Would you meet me at the Wickfield home

this Thursday

To discuss this..."

My dear boy.

His first work between covers at last.

And how good it is.

I knew one day the promise of

his short stories would be fulfilled.

Did you happen to glance

at the dedication?

To the dear one who has given me

courage, inspiration, and love.

Look for yourself child,

you know who that means, I suppose.

Oh no, Aunt Betsey, it couldn't.

David's always thought of me

only as a sister.

Tut tut, then why should he say

in his letter

That he has a secret to confide in me.

"A most important decision of my life.

I know it will make you happy."

Bless my soul, what's keeping him?

Is the London coach late?

Oh my dear, it's as plain as

a pike's staff.

He realizes where his happiness lies.

How I've dreamed that you and he...

Oh Aunt Betsey!

I've tried not to show it.

Aunt Betsey!

Agnes!

Come, come, come.

And what is the important news?

I'm in love.

Completely. Utterly.

With someone, the loveliest,

most beautiful...

Her name is Dora Spenlow.

Dora Spenlow?

I hope you've acted wisely, David.

Why? Oh, she's more loving,

more adorable than

I ever dreamed anybody could be.

I'm so glad, David.

So very glad.

Micawber!

My good friend, Micawber.

I am too humble to be called a friend.

Aha... I must stop that.

"Wickfield & Heep"

What does this mean?

It can't be!

It is.

My friend Heep,

has advanced his personal situation.

In short, he's a partner.

Micawber?

Your servant.

Don't you think that Heep is

rather a peculiar partner for

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