“It seemed such an extraordinary thing to have Dora always there. It was so unaccountable not to be obliged to go out and see her, not to have any occasion to be tormenting myself about her, not to have to write to her, not to be scheming and devising any opportunities of being alone with her. Sometimes of an evening, when I looked up from my writing, and saw her seated opposite, I would lean back in my chair, and think how queer it was that there we were, alone together as a matter of course-nobody’s business anymore-all the romance of our engagement put away on a shelf, to rust-no one to please but one another-one another to please, for life.”
Charles Dickens, “David Copperfield”, 1850.
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