Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring Painting

'Well, the sight of me is good for sore eyes, as the Scotch say,' replied Steerforth, 'and so is the sight of you, Daisy, in full bloom. How are you, my Bacchanal?' ¡¡¡¡'I am very well,' said I; 'and not at all Bacchanalian tonight, though I confess to another party of three.' ¡¡¡¡'All of whom I met in the street, talking loud in your praise,' returned Steerforth. 'Who's our friend in the tights?'
¡¡¡¡I gave him the best idea I could, in a few words, of Mr. Micawber. He laughed heartily at my feeble portrait of that gentleman, and said he was a man to know, and he must know him. 'But who do you suppose our other friend is?' said I, in my turn. ¡¡¡¡'Heaven knows,' said Steerforth. 'Not a bore, I hope? I thought he looked a little like one.' ¡¡¡¡'Traddles!' I replied, triumphantly. ¡¡¡¡'Who's he?' asked Steerforth, in his careless way. ¡¡¡¡'Don't you remember Traddles? Traddles in our room at Salem House?'