Doady

When I can run about again as I used to do, Doady, let us go and see those places where we were such a silly couple, shall we?

David Copperfield 2007

‘And you really miss me, Doady?’ looking up, and brightly smiling.

David Copperfield 2007

You never sit and tell me stories about Doady, when his shoes were worn out, and he was covered with dust — oh, what a poor little mite of a fellow!

David Copperfield 2007

Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for you (may it be the distant day!) and dout the light whereby you read in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run low, and so with a tranquil heart to bed, to rest.

Ulysses 2003

Rowley, with evident anxiety to screen her; but Doady begged he wouldn't trouble.

Tales from Many Sources Vol. V Various

Fisher, and more especially the effusive Doady, to every depth between this world and the one below.

Tales from Many Sources Vol. V Various

"Here I am, and I must make the best of it," thought Rowley following, in company with Doady, Nick Walcot and Miss Fisher.

Tales from Many Sources Vol. V Various

"Oh, it's about the same to me," laughed the lady, and then tilting herself back in her chair so that her voice might reach the further room more easily, she called, "Doady I say, come in here -- there's a surprise for you."

Tales from Many Sources Vol. V Various

Doady asked a question about some friend in whom she had formerly felt an interest; this led to past reminiscences and the telling of some good story, over which Rowley was still laughing when there came a crash, followed by a bump and a swaying forward and back.

Tales from Many Sources Vol. V Various

And no reader could divine, what very probably even the author may hardly have ventured to confess to himself, that in the lovely little idyll of the loves of Doady and Dora—with Jip, as Dora’s father might have said, intervening—there were besides the reminiscences of an innocent juvenile amour, the vestiges of a man’s unconfessed though not altogether unrepressed disappointment—the sense that “there was always something wanting.

Criticisms and Interpretations. III. By Adolphus William Ward 1917