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'Can I do anything more, sir?' I thanked him and said, No; but would he take no dinner himself? 'None, I am obliged to you, sir.' 'Is Mr. Steerforth coming from Oxford?' 'I beg your pardon, sir?' 'Is Mr. Steerforth coming from Oxford?' 'I should imagine that he might be here tomorrow, sir. I rather thought he might have been here today, sir. The mistake is mine, no doubt, sir.' 'If you should see him first—' said I. 'If you'll excuse me, sir, I don't think I shall see him first.' 'In case you do,' said I, 'pray say that I am sorry he was not here today, 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 ne