'I should think not, though, because he told me, only the other day, that it was provided for.

That was Mr.Micawber's expression, "Provided for."' Mr.Micawber looking up at this juncture to where we were standing, I had only time to repeat my caution.

Traddles thanked me, and descended.
But I was much afraid, when I observed the good-natured manner in which he went down with the cap in his hand, and gave Mrs.Micawber his arm, that he would be carried into the Money Market neck and heels.
I returned to my fireside, and was musing, half gravely and half laughing, on the character of Mr.Micawber and the old relations between us, when I heard a quick step ascending the stairs.

At first, I thought it was Traddles coming back for something Mrs.Micawber had left behind; but as the step approached, I knew it, and felt my heart beat high, and the blood rush to my face, for it was Steerforth's.
I was never unmindful of Agnes, and she never left that sanctuary in my thoughts--if I may call it so--where I had placed her from the first.
But when he entered, and stood before me with his hand out, the darkness that had fallen on him changed to light, and I felt confounded and ashamed of having doubted one I loved so heartily.

I loved her none the less; I thought of her as the same benignant, gentle angel in my life; I reproached myself, not her, with having done him an injury; and I would have made him any atonement if I had known what to make, and how to make it.
'Why, Daisy, old boy, dumb-foundered!' laughed Steerforth, shaking my hand heartily, and throwing it gaily away.