“In case you do,” said I, “pray say that I am sorry he was not here to-day, 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?”