That's a pity

　　'No,' I answered.

　　'That's a pity,' said Steerforth.  'If you had had one, I should think she would have been  a pretty,  timid, little,  bright-eyed sort  of girl.   I should have liked to know her.  Good night, young Copperfield.'

　　'Good night, sir,' I replied.

　　I thought of him very much after I went to bed, and raised myself, I  recollect, to look at him where he lay in the moonlight, with his handsome face turned  up, and his head reclining easily on his arm.  He was a person of great power in  my eyes; that  was, of  course, the  reason of  my mind  running on him.  No veiled future dimly glanced upon him in the moonbeams.  There was no shadowy picture of his footsteps, in the garden that I dreamed of walking in all night.

　　CHAPTER 7 MY 'FIRST HALF' AT SALEM HOUSE

　　School began in  earnest next day.   A profound impression  was made upon  me, I remember, by the roar  of voices in the  schoolroom suddenly becoming hushed  as death when Mr. Creakle entered after breakfast, and stood in the doorway looking round upon us like a giant in a story-book surveying his captives.

　　Tungay stood at Mr. Creakle's elbow.  He had no occasion, I thought, to cry  out 'Silence!'  so  ferociously,  for  the  boys  were  all  struck  speechless  and motionless.

　　Mr. Creakle was seen to speak, and Tungay was heard, to this effect.