How is he, sir ?' 'He was very well indeed when I came away, Mr.Peggotty.' 'There's a friend!' said Mr.Peggotty, stretching out his pipe.

'There's a friend, if you talk of friends! Why, Lord love my heart alive, if it ain't a treat to look at him!' 'He is very handsome, is he not ?' said I, my heart warming with this praise.
'Handsome!' cried Mr.Peggotty.

'He stands up to you like--like a--why I don't know what he don't stand up to you like.

He's so bold!' 'Yes! That's just his character,' said I.'He's as brave as a lion, and you can't think how frank he is, Mr.Peggotty.' 'And I do suppose, now,' said Mr.Peggotty, looking at me through the smoke of his pipe, 'that in the way of book-larning he'd take the wind out of a'most anything.' 'Yes,' said I, delighted; 'he knows everything.

He is astonishingly clever.' 'There's a friend!' murmured Mr.Peggotty, with a grave toss of his head.
'Nothing seems to cost him any trouble,' said I.'He knows a task if he only looks at it.