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I
have
not
been
in
town
half
-
a
-
dozen
hours
,
and
those
I
have
been
dozing
and
grumbling
away
at
the
play
.
’
‘
I
have
been
at
the
play
,
too
,
’
said
I
.
‘
At
Covent
Garden
.
What
a
delightful
and
magnificent
entertainment
,
Steerforth
!
’
Steerforth
laughed
heartily
.
‘
My
dear
young
Davy
,
’
he
said
,
clapping
me
on
the
shoulder
again
,
‘
you
are
a
very
Daisy
.
The
daisy
of
the
field
,
at
sunrise
,
is
not
fresher
than
you
are
.
I
have
been
at
Covent
Garden
,
too
,
and
there
never
was
a
more
miserable
business
.
Holloa
,
you
sir
!
’
This
was
addressed
to
the
waiter
,
who
had
been
very
attentive
to
our
recognition
,
at
a
distance
,
and
now
came
forward
deferentially
.
‘
Where
have
you
put
my
friend
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
?
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
Beg
your
pardon
,
sir
?
’
‘
Where
does
he
sleep
?
What
’
s
his
number
?
You
know
what
I
mean
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
Well
,
sir
,
’
said
the
waiter
,
with
an
apologetic
air
.
‘
Mr
.
Copperfield
is
at
present
in
forty
-
four
,
sir
.
’
‘
And
what
the
devil
do
you
mean
,
’
retorted
Steerforth
,
‘
by
putting
Mr
.
Copperfield
into
a
little
loft
over
a
stable
?
’
