"Peggotty!" said I, quite frightened. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter, bless you, Master Davy dear!" she answered, with an air of cheerfulness.
"Something's the matter, I'm sure. Where's mamma?"
"Master Davy," said Peggotty, untying her bonnet with a shaking hand, and speaking in a breathless sort of way; "what do you think? You have got a Pa!"
I trembled, and turned white. Something—I don't know what, or how—connected with my father's grave in the churchyard, and the raising of the dead, seemed to strike me like an unwholesome wind.
"A new one," said Peggotty.
"A new one?" I repeated.
Peggotty gave a gasp, as if she were swallowing something that was very hard, and, putting out her hand, said,
"Come and see him."
"I don't want to see him."