Page 112 - david-copperfield

the luggage was very soon cleared out, the horses had been
taken out before the luggage, and now the coach itself was
wheeled and backed off by some hostlers, out of the way.
Still, nobody appeared, to claim the dusty youngster from
Blunderstone, Suffolk.
More solitary than Robinson Crusoe, who had no-
body to look at him and see that he was solitary, I went
into the booking-office, and, by invitation of the clerk on
duty, passed behind the counter, and sat down on the scale
at which they weighed the luggage. Here, as I sat look-
ing at the parcels, packages, and books, and inhaling the
smell of stables (ever since associated with that morning),
a procession of most tremendous considerations began to
march through my mind. Supposing nobody should ever
fetch me, how long would they consent to keep me there?
Would they keep me long enough to spend seven shillings?
Should I sleep at night in one of those wooden bins, with
the other luggage, and wash myself at the pump in the yard
in the morning; or should I be turned out every night, and
expected to come again to be left till called for, when the
office opened next day? Supposing there was no mistake
in the case, and Mr. Murdstone had devised this plan to
get rid of me, what should I do? If they allowed me to re-
main there until my seven shillings were spent, I couldn’t
hope to remain there when I began to starve. That would
obviously be inconvenient and unpleasant to the customers,
besides entailing on the Blue Whatever-it-was, the risk of
funeral expenses. If I started off at once, and tried to walk
back home, how could I ever find my way, how could I ever

111