'It was Barkis, and Barkis only.' I nodded assent.
'It's all right,' said Mr.Barkis, shaking hands; 'I'm a friend of your'n.

You made it all right, first.

It's all right.' In his attempts to be particularly lucid, Mr.Barkis was so extremely mysterious, that I might have stood looking in his face for an hour, and most assuredly should have got as much information out of it as out of the face of a clock that had stopped, but for Peggotty's calling me away.

As we were going along, she asked me what he had said; and I told her he had said it was all right.
'Like his impudence,' said Peggotty, 'but I don't mind that! Davy dear, what should you think if I was to think of being married ?' 'Why--I suppose you would like me as much then, Peggotty, as you do now ?' I returned, after a little consideration.
Greatly to the astonishment of the passengers in the street, as well as of her relations going on before, the good soul was obliged to stop and embrace me on the spot, with many protestations of her unalterable love.
'Tell me what should you say, darling ?' she asked again, when this was over, and we were walking on.
'If you were thinking of being married--to Mr.Barkis, Peggotty ?' 'Yes,' said Peggotty.
'I should think it would be a very good thing.

For then you know, Peggotty, you would always have the horse and cart to bring you over to see me, and could come for nothing, and be sure of coming.' 'The sense of the dear!' cried Peggotty.