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 FragmentWelcome to consult...n atmosphere of respectability, and
walked secure in it. It would have been next to impossible to
suspect him of anything wrong, he was so thoroughly respectable.
Nobody could have thought of putting him in a livery, he was so
highly respectable. To have imposed any derogatory work upon
him, would have been to inflict a wanton insult on the feelings of a
most respectable man. And of this, I noticed—the women-servants
in the household were so intuitively conscious, that they always
did such work themselves, and generally while he read the paper
by the pantry fire.

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Such a self-contained man I never saw. But in that quality, as in
every other he possessed, he only seemed to be the more
respectable. Even the fact that no one knew his Christian name,
seemed to form a part of his respectability. Nothing could be
objected against his surname, Littimer, by which he was known.
Peter might have been hanged, or Tom transported; but Littimer
was perfectly respectable.

It was occasioned, I suppose, by the reverend nature of
respectability in the abstract, but I felt particularly young in this
man’s presence. How old he was himself, I could not guess—and
that again went to his credit on the same score; for in the calmness
of respectability he might have numbered fifty years as well as
thirty.

Littimer was in my room in the morning before I was up, to
bring me that reproachful shaving-water, and to put out my
clothes. When I undrew the curtains and looked out of bed, I saw
him, in an equable temperature of respectability, unaffected by the
east wind of January, and not even breathing frostily, standing my
boots right and left in the first dancing position, and blowing
specks of dust off my coat as he laid it down like a baby.

I gave him good morning, and asked him what o’clock it was.
He took out of his pocket the most respectable hunting-watch I
ever saw, and preventing the spring with his thumb from opening
far, looked in at the face as if he were consulting an oracular
oyster, shut it up again, and said, if I pleased, it was half past eight.

‘Mr. Steerforth will be glad to hear how you have rested, sir.’

‘Thank you,’ said I, ‘very well indeed. Is Mr. Steerforth quite
well?’

‘Thank you, sir, Mr. Steerforth is tolerably well.’ Another of his

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characteristics—no use of superlatives. A cool calm medium
always.

‘Is there anything more I can have the honour of doing for you,
sir? The warning-bell will ring at nine; the family take breakfast at
half past nine.’

‘Nothing, I thank you.’

‘I thank you, sir, if you please’; and with that, and with a little
inclination of his head when he passed the bed-side, as an apology
for correcting me, he went out, shutting the door as delicately as if
I had just fallen into a sweet sleep on which my life depended.

Every morning we held exactly this conversation: never any
more, and never any less: and yet, invariably, however far I might
have been lifted out of myself over-night, and advanced towards
maturer years, by Steerforth’s companionship, or Mrs.
Steerforth’s confidence, or Miss Dartle’s conversation, in the
presence of this most respectable man I became, as our smaller
poets sing, ‘a(chǎn) boy again’.

He got horses for us; and Steerforth, who knew everything,
gave me lesso