Escape to Dover
Mrs Micawber sat at the back of the coach together with her children. She saw through her tears little David stood looking low-spirited at them. She beckoned to him to climb up, put her arms round his neck and gave him such a kiss as she might have given to her own boy. He had barely time to get down before the coach started. It was gone in a minute. David and Orfling stood looking vacantly at each other in the middle of the road; and then shook hands and said goodbye. A desperate idea came into the mind of David. It had its root in the narrative, by his mother now and then, of an incident connected with his aunt Miss Betsey Trotwood. David was not sure whether it was true or a mere fancy of his mother. The dreaded Miss Betsey Trotwood came into the story on the day of his birth. The soft touch of his mother's hair by the terrible aunt lingered in his mind caused David to see her in a positive shade. And she was the only...