potatoes。　As　to　a　fish…kittle；　Mrs。　Crupp　said；　well！　would　I　only
  come　and　look　at　the　range？　She　couldn’t　say　fairer　than　that。
  Would　I　come　and　look　at　it？　As　I　should　not　have　been　much　the
  wiser　if　I　had　looked　at　it；　I　declined；　and　said；　‘Never　mind　fish。’
  But　Mrs。　Crupp　said；　Don’t　say　that；　oysters　was　in；　why　not　them？
  So　that　was　settled。　Mrs。　Crupp　then　said　what　she　would
  recommend　would　be　this。　A　pair　of　hot　roast　fowls—from　the
  pastry…cook’s；　a　dish　of　stewed　beef；　with　vegetables—from　the
  pastry…cook’s；　two　little　corner　things；　as　a　raised　pie　and　a　dish　of
  kidneys—from　the　pastrycook’s；　a　tart；　and　（if　I　liked）　a　shape　of
  jelly—from　the　pastrycook’s。　This；　Mrs。　Crupp　said；　would　leave
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  her　at　full　liberty　to　concentrate　her　mind　on　the　potatoes；　and　to
  serve　up　the　cheese　and　celery　as　she　could　wish　to　see　it　done。
  I　acted　on　Mrs。　Crupp’s　opinion；　and　gave　the　order　at　the
  pastry…cook’s　myself。　Walking　along　the　Strand；　afterwards；　and
  observing　a　hard　mottled　substance　in　the　window　of　a　ham　and
  beef　shop；　which　resembled　marble；　but　was　labelled　‘Mock
  Turtle’；　I　went　in　and　bought　a　slab　of　it；　which　I　have　since　seen
  reason　to　believe　would　have　sufficed　for　fifteen　people。　This
  preparation；　Mrs。　Crupp；　after　some　difficulty；　consented　to　warm
  up；　and　it　shrunk　so　much　in　a　liquid　state；　that　we　found　it　what
  Steerforth　called　‘rather　a　tight　fit’　for　four。
  These　preparations　happily　completed；　I　bought　a　little　dessert
  in　Covent　Garden　Market；　and　gave　a　rather　extensive　order　at　a
  retail　wine…merchant’s　in　that　vicinity。　When　I　came　home　in　the
  afternoon；　and　saw　the　bottles　drawn　up　in　a　square　on　the　pantry
  floor；　they　looked　so　numerous　（though　there　were　two　missing；
  which　made　Mrs。　Crupp　very　uncomfortable）；　that　I　was
  absolutely　frightened　at　them。
  One　of　Steerforth’s　friends　was　named　Grainger；　and　the　other
  Markham。　They　were　both　very　gay　and　lively　fellows；　Grainger；
  something　older　than　Steerforth；　Markham；　youthful…looking；　and
  I　should　say　not　more　than　twenty。　I　observed　that　the　latter
  always　spoke　of　himself　indefinitely；　as　‘a　man’；　and　seldom　or
  never　in　the　first　person　singular。
  ‘A　man　might　get　on　very　well　here；　Mr。　Copperfield；’　said
  Markham—meaning　himself。
  ‘It’s　not　a　bad　situation；’　said　I；　‘and　the　rooms　are　really
  commodious。’
  ‘I　hope　you　have　both　brought　appetites　with　you？’　said
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  Steerforth。
  ‘Upon　my　honour；’　returned　Markham；　‘town　seems　to　sharpen
  a　man’s　appetite。　A　man　is　hungry　all　day　long。　A　man　is
  perpetually　eating。’
  Being　a　little　embarrassed　at　first；　and　feeling　much　too　young
  to　preside；　I　made　Steerforth　take　the　head　of　the　table　when
  dinner　was　announced；　and　seated　myself　opposite　to　him。
  Everything　was　very　good；　we　did　not　spare　the　wine；　and　he
  exerted　himself　so　brilliantly　to　make　the　thing　pass　off　well；　that
  there　was　no　pause　in　our　festivity。　I　was　not　quite　such　good
  company　during　dinner　as　I　could　have　wished　to　be；　for　my　chair
  was　opposite　the　door；　and　my　attention　was　distracted　by
  observing　that　the　handy　young　man　went　out　of　the　room　very
  often；　and　that　his　shadow　always　presented　itself；　immediately
  afterwards；　on　the　wall　of　the　entry；　with　a　bottle　at　its　mouth。　The
  ‘young　gal’　likewise　occasioned　me　some　uneasiness：　not　so　much
  by　neglecting　to　wash　the　plates；　as　by　breaking　them。　For　being　of
  an　inquisitive　disposition；　and　unable　to　confine　herself　（as　her
  positive　instructions　were）　to　the　pantry；　she　was　constantly
  peering　in　at　us；　and　constantly　imagining　herself　detected；　in
  which　belief；　she　several　times　retired　upon　the　plates　（with　which
  she　had　carefully　paved　the　floor）；　and　did　a　great　deal　of
  destruction。
  These；　however；　were　small　drawbacks；　and　easily　forgotten
  when　the　cloth　was　cleared；　and　the　dessert　put　on　the　table；　at
  which　period　of　the　entertainment　the　handy　young　man　was
  discovered　to　be　speechless。　Giving　him　private　directions　to　seek
  the　society　of　Mrs。　Crupp；　and　to　remove　the　‘young　gal’　to　the
  basement　also；　I　abandoned　myself　to　enjoyment。
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  I　began；　by　being　singularly　cheerful　and　light…hearted；　all　sorts
  of　half…forgotten　things　to　talk　about；　came　rushing　into　my　mind；
  and　made　me　hold　forth　in　a　most　unwonted　manner。　I　laughed
  heartily　at　my　own　jokes；　and　everybody　else’s；　called　Steerforth　to
  order　for　not　passing　the　wine；　made　several　engagements　to　go　to
  Oxford；　announced　that　I　meant　to　have　a　dinner…party　exactly
  like　that；　once　a　week；　until　further　notice；　and　madly　took　so
  much　snuff　out　of　Grainger’s　box；　that　I　was　obliged　to　go　into　the
  pantry；　and　have　a　private　fit　of　sneezing　ten　minutes　long。
  I　went　on；　by　passing　the　wine　faster　and　faster　yet；　and
  continually　starting　up　with　a　corkscrew　to　open　more　wine；　long
  before　any　was　needed。　I　proposed　Steerforth’s　health。　I　said　he
  was　my　dearest　friend；　the　protector　of　my　boyhood；　and　the
  companion　of　my　prime。　I　said　I　was　delighted　to　propose　his
  health。　I　said　I　owed　him　more　obligations　than　I　could　ever　repay；
  and　held　him　in　a　higher　admiration　than　I　could　ever　express。　I
  finished　by　saying；　‘I’ll　give　you　Steerforth！　God　bless　him！
  Hurrah！’　We　gave　him　three　times　three；　and　another；　and　a　good
  one　to　finish　with。　I　broke　my　glass　in　going　round　the　table　to
  shake　hands　with　him；　and　I　said　（in　two　words）　‘Steerforth—
  you’retheguidingstarofmyexistence。’
  I　went　on；　by　finding　suddenly　that　somebody　was　in　the　middle
  of　a　song。　Markham　was　the　singer；　and　he　sang　‘When　the　heart
  of　a　man　is　depressed　with　care’。　He　said；　when　he　had　sung　it；　he
  would　give　us　‘Woman！’　I　took　objection　to　that；　and　I　couldn’t
  allow　it。　I　said　it　was　not　a　respectful　way　of　proposing　the　toast；
  and　I　would　never　permit　that　toast　to　be　drunk　in　my　house
  otherwise　than　as　‘The　Ladies！’　I　was　very　high　with　him；　mainly　I
  think　because　I　saw　Steerforth　and　Grainger　laughing　at　me—or
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  at　him—or　at　both　of　us。　He　said　a　man　was　not　to　be　dictated　to。　I
  said　a　man　was。　He　said　a　man　was　not　to　be　insulted；　then。　I　said
  he　was　right　there—never　under　my　roof；　where　the　Lares　were
  sacred；　and　the　laws　of　hospitality　paramount。　He　said　it　was　no
  derogation　from　a　man’s　dignity　to　confess　that　I　was　a　devilish
  good　fellow。　I　instantly　proposed　his　health。
  Somebody　was　smoking。　We　were　all　smoking。　I　was　smoking；
  and　trying　to　suppress　a　rising　tendency　to　shudder。　Steerforth
  had　made　a　speech　about　me；　in　the　course　of　which　I　had　been
  affected　almost　to　tears。　I　returned　thanks；　and　hoped　the　present
  company　would　dine　with　me　tomorrow；　and　the　day　after—each
  day　at　five　o’clock；　that　we　might　enjoy　the　pleasures　of
  conversation　and　society　through　a　long　evening。　I　felt　called　upon
  to　propose　an　individual。　I　would　give　them　my　aunt。　Miss　Betsey
  Trotwood；　the　best　of　her　sex！
  Somebody　was　leaning　out　of　my　bedroom　window；　refreshing
  his　forehead　against　the　cool　stone　of　the　parapet；　and　feeling　the
  air　upon　his　face。　It　was　myself。　I　was　addressing　myself　as
  ‘Copperfield’；　and　saying；　‘Why　did　you　try　to　smoke？　You　might
  have　known　you　couldn’t　do　it。’　Now；　somebody　was　unsteadily
  contemplating　his　features　in　the　looking…glass。　That　was　I　too。　I
  was　very　pale　in　the　looking…glass；　my　eyes　had　a　vacant
  appearance；　and　my　hair—only　my　hair；　nothing　else—looked
  drunk。
  Somebody　said　to　me；　‘Let　us　go　to　the　theatre；　Copperfield！’
  There　was　no　bedroom　before　me；　but　again　the　jingling　table
  covered　with　glasses；　the　lamp；　Grainger　on　my　right　hand；
  Markham　on　my　left；　and　Steerforth　opposite—all　sitting　in　a　mist；
  and　a　long　way　off。　The　theatre？　To　be　sure。　The　very　thing。　Come
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  along！　But　they　must　excuse　me　if　I　saw　everybody　out　first；　and
  turned　the　lamp　off—in　case　of　fire。
  Owing　to　some　confusion　in　the　dark；　the　door　was　gone。　I　was
  feeling　for　it　in　the　window…curtains；　when　Steerforth；　laughing；
  took　me　by　the　arm　and　led　me　out。　We　went　downstairs；　one
  behind　another。　Near　the　bottom；　somebody　fell；　and　rolled　down。
  Somebody　else　said　it　was　Copperfield。　I　was　angry　at　that　false
  report；　until；　finding　myself　on　my　back　in　the　passage；　I　began　to
  think　there　might　be　some　foundation　for　it。
  A　very　foggy　night；　with　great　rings　round　the　lamps　in　the
  streets！　There　was　an　indistinct　talk　of　its　being　wet。　I　considered
  it　frosty。　Steerforth　dusted　me　under　a　lamp…post；　and　put　my　hat
  into　shape；　which　somebody　produced　from　somewhere　in　a　most
  extraordinary　manner；　for　I　hadn’t　had　it　on　before。　Steerforth
  then　said；　‘You　are　all　right；　Copperfield；　are　you　not？’　and　I　told
  him；　‘Neverberrer。’
  A　man；　sitting　in　a　pigeon…hole…place；　looked　out　of　the