“I am here to take David back, Miss Trotwood; to dispose of him as I think proper, and to deal with him as I think right.  I am not here to make any promise to anybody.  You may possibly have some idea, Miss Trotwood, of abetting him in his running away, and in his complaints to you.  Now, I must caution you, that if you abet him once, you abet him for good and all.  I cannot trifle, or be trifled with.  I am here, for the first and last time, to take him away.  Is he ready to go?  If you tell me he is not, it is indifferent to me on what pretence,—­my doors are shut against him henceforth, and yours, I take it for granted are open to him.”

My aunt had listened with the closest attention, her hands folded on her knee, and looking grimly at the speaker.  When he had finished, she turned to Miss Murdstone, and said: 

“Well, ma’am, have you got anything to remark?”

As she had not, my aunt turned to me.

“And what does the boy say?” she said.  “Are you ready to go, David?”

I answered no, and entreated her not to let me go.  I begged and prayed my aunt to befriend and protect me, for my father’s sake.

My aunt consulted for a moment with Mr. Dick, and then she pulled me towards her, and said to Mr. Murdstone: 

“You can go when you like; I’ll take my chance with the boy.  If he’s all you say he is, at least I can do as much for him then, as you have done.  But I don’t believe a word of it.”

There were some additional words on both sides, and then the Murdstones stood ready to leave.

“Good day, sir,” said my aunt “and good-bye!  Good day to you too, ma’am,”—­turning suddenly upon his sister.  “Let me see you ride a donkey over my green again, and as sure as you have a head upon your shoulders, I’ll knock your bonnet off, and tread upon it!”

The manner and matter of this speech were so fiery, that Miss Murdstone without a word in answer, discreetly put her arm through her brother’s, and walked hastily out of the cottage, my aunt remaining at the window, prepared in case of the donkey’s re-appearance, to carry her threat into execution.  No attempt at defiance being made, however, her face gradually relaxed, and became so pleasant, that I was emboldened to kiss and thank her; which I did with great heartiness.  She then told me that she wished my name to be changed to Trotwood Copperfield, and this notion so pleased her, that some ready-made clothes purchased for me that very day, were marked “Trotwood Copperfield,” in indelible ink before I put them on, and it was settled that all my clothes thereafter should be marked in the same way.

Thus I began my new life in a new name, and with everything new about me.  For many days I felt that it was all a dream, and then the truth came over me in waves of joy that it was no dream, but blessed, blessed reality!