Chapter 30: XXVIII

XXVIII Mr. Micawber’s Gauntlet Until the day arrived on which I was to entertain my newly-found old friends, I lived principally on Dora and coffee. In my lovelorn condition, my appetite languished; and I was glad of it, for I felt as though it would have been an act of perfidy towards Dora to have a natural relish for my dinner. The quantity of walking exercise I took, was not in this respect attended with its usual consequence, as the disappointment counteracted the fresh air. I have my…