half past eight
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 ? '