“Perhaps you’d like to spend a couple of shillings or so, in a bottle of currant wine by-and-by, up in the bedroom?” said Steerforth. “You belong to my bedroom, I find.” It certainly had not occurred to me before, but I said, Yes, I should like that. “Very good,” said Steerforth. “You’ll be glad to spend another shilling or so, in almond cakes, I dare say?” I said, Yes, I should like that, too. “And another shilling or so in biscuits, and another in fruit, eh?” said Steerforth. “I say, young Copperfield, you’re going it!” I smiled because he smiled, but I was a little troubled in my mind, too.
