‘Well,’ replied Steerforth, looking clarisonic online at his watch. ‘Suppose I
deliver you up to be cried over for a couple of hours. Is that long
enough?’
I answered, laughing, that I thought we might get through it in
that time, but that he must come also; for he would find that his
renown had preceded him, and that he was almost as great a
personage as I was.
‘I’ll come anywhere you like,’ said Steerforth, ‘or do anything
you like. Tell me where to come to; and in two hours I’ll produce
myself in any state you please, sentimental or comical.’
I gave him minute directions for finding the residence of Mr.
Barkis, carrier to Blunderstone and elsewhere; and, on this
understanding, went out alone. There was a sharp bracing air; the
ground was dry; the sea was crisp and clear; the sun was diffusing
abundance of light, if not much warmth; and everything was fresh
and lively. I was so fresh and lively myself, in the pleasure of being
there, that I could have stopped the people in the streets and
shaken hands with them.