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'In case you do,' said I, 'pray say that I am sorry he was not here today, as an old schoolfellow of his was here.' 'Indeed, sir!' and he divided a bow between me and Traddles, with a glance at the latter. He was moving softly to the door, when, in a forlorn hope of saying something naturally - which I never could, to this man - I said: 'Oh! Littimer!' 'Sir!' 'Did you remain long at Yarmouth, that time?' 'Not particularly so, sir.' 'You saw the boat completed?' 'Yes, sir. I remained behind on purpose to see the boat completed.' 'I know!' He raised his eyes to mine respectfully. 'Mr. Steerforth has not seen it yet, I suppose?' 'I really can't say, sir. I think - but I really can't say, sir. I wish you good night, sir.' He comprehended everybody present, in the respectful bow with which he followed these words, and disappeared. My visitors seemed to breathe more freely when he was gone; but my own relief was very great, for besides the constraint, arising from that extraordinary sense of being at a disadvantage which I always had in this man's presence, my conscience had embarrassed me with whispers that I had mistrusted his master, and I could not repress a vague uneasy dread that he might find it out. How was it, having so little in reality to conceal, that I always DID feel as if this man were finding me out? Mr. Micawber roused me from this reflection, which was blended with a certain remorseful apprehension of seeing Steerforth himself, by bestowing many encomiums on the absent Littimer as a most respectable fellow, and a thoroughly admirable servant. Mr. |
