He sat in his usual place and attitude like a great stuffed figure.

But when she began to look about her, and to speak to me, he nodded his head and grinned several times.

I have not the least notion at whom, or what he meant by it.
'It's a beautiful day, Mr.Barkis!' I said, as an act of politeness.
'It ain't bad,' said Mr.Barkis, who generally qualified his speech, and rarely committed himself.
'Peggotty is quite comfortable now, Mr.Barkis,' I remarked, for his satisfaction.
'Is she, though ?' said Mr.Barkis.
After reflecting about it, with a sagacious air, Mr.Barkis eyed her, and said: 'ARE you pretty comfortable ?' Peggotty laughed, and answered in the affirmative.
'But really and truly, you know.

Are you ?' growled Mr.Barkis, sliding nearer to her on the seat, and nudging her with his elbow.

'Are you?
Really and truly pretty comfortable?
Are you?
Eh ?' At each of these inquiries Mr.Barkis shuffled nearer to her, and gave her another nudge; so that at last we were all crowded together in the left-hand corner of the cart, and I was so squeezed that I could hardly bear it.
Peggotty calling his attention to my sufferings, Mr.Barkis gave me a little more room at once, and got away by degrees.