David Copperfield

Chapter 127

Chapter 63 Guests Come From Afar

My story is drawing to a close.But there is one more thing, thinking of it makes me happy.

I am now very rewarded, both in fame and money.My family is happy and happy, I have been married for ten years.One spring evening, when our three children were playing in the house, a servant came to announce that a stranger who looked like a peasant had asked to see him.

"Let him in!" I said.

Presently a healthy, white-haired old man came in, and before I could see his face, my wife called out, "Mr Peggotty!"

That's right, Mr. Peggotty.He was an old man now, but he was ruddy and lively and strong and strong.He sat down by the fire.

"Master Wei," he called.It sounded so natural to me. "I am so glad to see you and your virtuous wife!"

"What a delight, our old friend!" I exclaimed.

"And lively children," said Mr. Peggotty.

"Time has changed me more than it has changed you since then!" I said. Let’s talk about the past ten years!”

"Did you come alone?" Agnes asked.

"Yes, ma'am," said he,

We simply don't know how to fully express our welcome.

"It's a long, long water way from there to here," said Mr. Peggotty. "I may only be there a few weeks or so, but I'm used to the water way. Friendship is precious, so I've come to meet—" —that's a bit like poetry," said Mr Peggotty.

"Are you going to be walking those thousands of miles back so soon?" Agnes asked.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, "I have promised Emily, and I am getting older, and if I don't come this time, I probably won't come again. I've been thinking, I'm going to Before I get too old, I must come and see the happily married Young Master Wei and you."

He looked at us as if he could never get enough of it.

"Now," said I, "tell us all about your fortune!"

"Master Wei," he said, "we have never had any unsatisfactory things, everything is so smooth. We do things according to our duties. At first we may have a hard life, but fortunately it has always been very smooth. Either we Raising sheep, or raising livestock, or doing this, or doing that, we can be as prosperous as we want. It’s like God bless us. We always prosper.”

"Where's Emily?" Agnes and I asked in unison.

"Emily," he answered, "after we settled down in Australia, every time she prayed at night, if she had known that Master Wei was so considerate, so kind and discreet, to keep the matter from us. Well, she must not survive. I believe it. But there are some poor people who are sick on the ship, and she serves them. She also takes care of the children with her. She is so busy and doing good things. She also helped herself."

"When did she get that news?" I asked.

Mr Peggotty said: "Two years later I know."

"Did that news change her much?"

"She's become more withdrawn," he said, shaking his head. "It's good for her. Besides, she always has a lot of things to do, raising chickens and ducks, and these things distract her, so That's how she came through."

"Some people speculate," said he, "that her affections were given away, and others that her husband is dead. No one knows why. She could have been married long ago.' But, uncle ’ she said to me, ‘never again.’ She is always happy with me, but she hides when others are around; she likes to go anywhere To teach children, or to take care of a patient, or to help a young girl's wedding; she loves her uncle with all her heart, and works diligently; old and young, there is no dislike Hers. Whoever is in trouble will come to her for help. That's Emily!"

"Does Martha still live with you?" I asked.

"Martha," he answered, "she married the following year, Master Wei. She was a young man, a farmer, who passed us once in the master's wagon on his way to market, and Asked to marry her, we told the young man the truth about her. They got married."

"Where's Mrs. Gummidge?" I asked.

This is a happy thing.For Mr. Peggotty burst out laughing.

"Can you believe such a thing?" said Mr. Peggotty, "that she was to be proposed to! It was a diverted Australian immigrant, formerly a ship's cook, Master Wade. He should have proposed to Mrs. Gummidge Proposal."

"How did Mrs. Gummidge answer?" I asked him at last, suppressing a laugh.

"And guess what happened?" replied Mr. Peggotty. "Mrs. Gummidge didn't say, 'Thank you, but I'm getting too old, and I don't want to change the way I'm living.' A bucket of water fell on the boat cook's head, and he yelled 'Help', until I went back to the house, and I saved him.

"I have to say a few words for the good man, though," he went on, "that she told us what she was going to do when she got to Australia. And she did, and she did it very well. There is no one who is more willing, more loyal, and more sincere to help us, Master Wei. Even in this colony that we know nothing about, she does not feel alone."

"Now, of Mr. Micawber," said I, "he has paid all his debts on the land--even Traddles' promissory notes. We reckon he must be in a very Ok."

Mr Peggotty produced a curiously shaped newspaper.

"Master Wei," he said, "because our life is good, we are no longer in the hinterland, and have come to a town near Port Middleby."

"Does Mr. Micawber live in the interior, not far from you?" I asked.

"Yes," said Mr. Peggotty, "he has his heart set on his work. He is a governor now."

"A governor, isn't he?" I asked.

Mr. Peggotty pointed to a passage in a paper called the Middleby Times, which read as follows:

We had a public dinner yesterday with Mr. Wilkin Micawber, Governor of Middle Bay, our fellow colonists and local gentry.There are so many guests, all together, the big hotel is tightly packed, it is really a grand event.It is estimated that there were no less than 47 people at the dinner party at the same time. The beauties, celebrities and gentry of Middle Bay all paid homage to this highly revered, versatile and famous man. (The hymn is beautifully sung, in which we can easily recognize the voice of the gifted singer Lord Wilkin Micawber's young master.) The customary toast of loyalty to the country was several times carried on cheerfully.The cheers of everyone cheering are unparalleled, like the waves rolling in the sea.It was only when Master Wilkin Micawber got up to give a speech of thanks that he suppressed all voices.At present, due to the shortage of manpower in this newspaper, it is really difficult to record all the fluent and elegant speeches of this noble gentleman.So let's just mention it briefly.That was a brilliantly eloquent speech.It details the reasons for his success and warns young people to be cautious about taking on debts they cannot repay.He then wished the presenter, Mrs. Micawber, Mrs. Ligier Seegers (formerly Miss Micawber), Mrs. Meyer, Lord Wilkin Micawber's young master, Mrs. Micawber's natal family, etc. , and after these were over, began the dance.

Then Mr. Peggotty showed me another part of the paper, and I read:

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my dear sir,

It has been a long time since we met last time, and everyone in the world is now familiar with Mr.

My dear sir, although I cannot see the companions of my youth, I have not forgotten the prosperity of the Si people.

Although the sea is separated by angry roars

But I can still participate in the feast of the soul that the Sri Lankan people hold.

Therefore, on this occasion, my dear sir, I cannot but take this opportunity, on behalf of myself, and on behalf of all the residents of Middle Bay, to thank you for the kindness and loyalty you have bestowed upon us, my dear sir, on the occasion of the return of those whom I have known and respected.

Work hard, my dear sir! Your reputation has been written here, and your excellent works have been appreciated here. Although we are separated by oceans, we are not lonely or sad because of this.But slow, work hard! My dear sir, I wish you great success! The residents of Middle Bay will look forward to sir with joy!

I still have a breath, and I must look to Mr. here.

District Governor Wilkin Micawber King

While Mr. Peggotty was kept with us, we talked again about Mr. Micawber many evenings.He lived with us all his free time--a period of less than a month, I believe--with his sister and my aunt visiting him in London.Agnes and I escorted him to the boat as he left.We may never see him off again in this life.

Before he left he went with me to Yarmouth to see Ham's grave.He pulled a handful of grass from the grave and grabbed some dirt.

"It's for Emily," he said, putting them in his breast pocket, "I promised her, Master Wei."

(End of this chapter)