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 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 boy again'.
He got horses for us; and Steerforth, who knew everything, gave me lessons in riding.

He provided foils for us, and Steerforth gave me lessons in fencing--gloves, and I began, of the same master, to improve in boxing.

It gave me no manner of concern that Steerforth should find me a novice in these sciences, but I never could bear to show my want of skill before the respectable Littimer.