Hardly a night passed without my dreaming of it.

It became a part of my life, and as inseparable from my life as my own head.
I had ample leisure to refine upon my uneasiness: for Steerforth was at Oxford, as he wrote to me, and when I was not at the Commons, I was very much alone.

I believe I had at this time some lurking distrust of Steerforth.

I wrote to him most affectionately in reply to his, but I think I was glad, upon the whole, that he could not come to London just then.

I suspect the truth to be, that the influence of Agnes was upon me, undisturbed by the sight of him; and that it was the more powerful with me, because she had so large a share in my thoughts and interest.
In the meantime, days and weeks slipped away.