David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens

In which we are introduced to David Copperfield.

Anya opens the door, “Oh, Christ. David.”

“Anya, hello. I can assure you that whatever may have transpired between us in the past, I am quite happy to see you here now.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. How is Agnes?”

“She couldn’t make it. She on visit to Australia with the children—and Emily, you would correctly surmise if you were one to presume.”

“This Emily’s in the kitchen. Go on in, I’m sure she’s waiting for you.”

“You know I’ve always liked you Anya. Oh not like I liked my Emily or Anges, but you always reminded me of a nightingale singing brightly, though at dusk.”

Anya remembered why she couldn’t stand him and smiled sharply.

“David, you came!” squeaked Emily.

“Quite so. I should have gone out of my way to make this party.”

“I’m glad you could come. You’ve had the most exciting adventures. I do hope you’ll tell us all about them.”

“Naturally. But, Emily, you’ve had adventures too—matchmaking—and to find someone for yourself in the end. That’s really grand! Why, now that I think about it, your plot couldn’t have come to a better resolution.”

“But, David, you’ve matured so much. And been all over and seen so many things, even bad things. And the people you’ve met! My people all seem so shallow in comparison. Jane did her best but your people are so real.”

“True, Charles had a way with characters. And some got to change and change again—like me. I do myself feel fortunate.”

Emily laughs, “David, we could go on like this all day! Why don’t you stay and help me in the kitchen. Anya can get the door when more guests arrive.” Then more playfully, “David, look in that box over there.”

“Oh, what is it? I do say it’s repulsive even.”

“It’s your caul. I bought it years ago. Did you think you’d ever see that again?”

“Oh Emily!” and they are both still laughing when the doorbell rings again.