It was not easy to answer her inquiries; still less to whisper Mr. Peggotty, when Mr. Micawber brought him in, that I had given the letter, and all was well. But I did both, and made them happy. If I showed any trace of what I felt, my own sorrows were sufficient to account for it. ¡¡¡¡'And when does the ship sail, Mr. Micawber?' asked my aunt. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Micawber considered it necessary to prepare either my aunt or his wife, by degrees, and said, sooner than he had expected yesterday. ¡¡¡¡'The boat brought you word, I suppose?' said my aunt.
¡¡¡¡'It did, ma'am,' he returned. ¡¡¡¡'Well?' said my aunt. 'And she sails -' ¡¡¡¡'Madam,' he replied, 'I am informed that we must positively be on board before seven tomorrow morning.' ¡¡¡¡'Heyday!' said my aunt, 'that's soon. Is it a sea-going fact, Mr. Peggotty?' ''Tis so, ma'am. She'll drop down the river with that theer tide. If Mas'r Davy and my sister comes aboard at Gravesen', arternoon o' next day, they'll see the last on us.'
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