Good night, young Copperfield.' 'Good night, sir,' I replied.
I thought of him very much after I went to bed, and raised myself, I recollect, to look at him where he lay in the moonlight, with his handsome face turned up, and his head reclining easily on his arm.

He was a person of great power in my eyes; that was, of course, the reason of my mind running on him.

No veiled future dimly glanced upon him in the moonbeams.

There was no shadowy picture of his footsteps, in the garden that I dreamed of walking in all night..