? ? ? ? 'Let us say "good night", my fine boy,' said the gentleman, when he had bent his head - I saw him! - over my mother's little glove.
? ? ? ? 'Good night!' said I.
? ? ? ? 'Come! Let us be the best friends in the world!' said the gentleman, laughing. 'Shake hands!'
? ? ? ? My right hand was in my mother's left, so I gave him the other.
? ? ? ? 'Why, that's the Wrong hand, Davy!' laughed the gentleman.
? ? ? ? MY mother drew my right hand forward, but I was resolved, for my former reason, not to give it him, and I did not. I gave him the other, and he shook it heartily, and said I was a brave fellow, and went away.
? ? ? ? At this minute I see him turn round in the garden, and give us a last look with his ill-omened black eyes, before the door was shut.
? ? ? ? Peggotty, who had not said a word or moved a finger, secured the fastenings instantly, and we all went into the parlour. My mother, contrary to her usual habit, instead of coming to the elbow-chair by the fire, remained at the other end of the room, and sat singing to herself.
? ? ? ? - 'Hope you have had a pleasant evening, ma'am,' said Peggotty, standing as stiff as a barrel in the centre of the room, with a candlestick in her hand.
? ? ? ? 'Much obliged to you, Peggotty,' returned my mother, in a cheerful voice, 'I have had a VERY pleasant evening.
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