Mrs Nickleby becomes acquainted with MessrsPyke and Pluck, whose Affection and Interest arebeyond all Bounds.
Mrs Nickleby had not felt so proud and important formany a day, as when, on reaching home, she gaveherself wholly up to the pleasant visions which hadaccompanied her on her way thither1. Lady Mulberry Hawk2—thatwas the prevalent idea. Lady Mulberry Hawk!—On Tuesday last,at St George’s, Hanover Square, by the Right Reverend theBishop of Llandaff, Sir Mulberry Hawk, of Mulberry Castle, NorthWales, to Catherine, only daughter of the late Nicholas Nickleby,Esquire, of Devonshire. ‘Upon my word!’ cried Mrs NicholasNickleby, ‘it sounds very well.’
Having dispatched the ceremony, with its attendant festivities,to the perfect satisfaction of her own mind, the sanguine3 motherpictured to her imagination a long train of honours anddistinctions which could not fail to accompany Kate in her newand brilliant sphere. She would be presented at court, of course.
On the anniversary of her birthday, which was upon thenineteenth of July (‘at ten minutes past three o’clock in themorning,’ thought Mrs Nickleby in a parenthesis5, ‘for I recollectasking what o’clock it was’), Sir Mulberry would give a great feastto all his tenants7, and would return them three and a half per centon the amount of their last half-year’s rent, as would be fullydescribed and recorded in the fashionable intelligence, to the immeasurable delight and admiration8 of all the readers thereof.
Kate’s picture, too, would be in at least half-a-dozen of theannuals, and on the opposite page would appear, in delicate type,‘Lines on contemplating9 the Portrait of Lady Mulberry Hawk. BySir Dingleby Dabber.’ Perhaps some one annual, of morecomprehensive design than its fellows, might even contain aportrait of the mother of Lady Mulberry Hawk, with lines by thefather of Sir Dingleby Dabber. More unlikely things had come topass. Less interesting portraits had appeared. As this thoughtoccurred to the good lady, her countenance10 unconsciouslyassumed that compound expression of simpering and sleepinesswhich, being common to all such portraits, is perhaps one reasonwhy they are always so charming and agreeable.
With such triumphs of aerial architecture did Mrs Nicklebyoccupy the whole evening after her accidental introduction toRalph’s titled friends; and dreams, no less prophetic and equallypromising, haunted her sleep that night. She was preparing forher frugal11 dinner next day, still occupied with the same ideas—alittle softened12 down perhaps by sleep and daylight—when the girlwho attended her, partly for company, and partly to assist in thehousehold affairs, rushed into the room in unwonted agitation,and announced that two gentlemen were waiting in the passagefor permission to walk upstairs.
‘Bless my heart!’ cried Mrs Nickleby, hastily arranging her capand front, ‘if it should be—dear me, standing13 in the passage all thistime—why don’t you go and ask them to walk up, you stupidthing?’
While the girl was gone on this errand, Mrs Nickleby hastilyswept into a cupboard all vestiges14 of eating and drinking; which she had scarcely done, and seated herself with looks as collectedas she could assume, when two gentlemen, both perfect strangers,presented themselves.
‘How do you do?’ said one gentleman, laying great stress on thelast word of the inquiry15.
‘How do you do?’ said the other gentleman, altering theemphasis, as if to give variety to the salutation.
Mrs Nickleby curtseyed and smiled, and curtseyed again, andremarked, rubbing her hands as she did so, that she hadn’t the—really—the honour to—‘To know us,’ said the first gentleman. ‘The loss has been ours,Mrs Nickleby. Has the loss been ours, Pyke?’
‘It has, Pluck,’ answered the other gentleman.
‘We have regretted it very often, I believe, Pyke?’ said the firstgentleman.
‘Very often, Pluck,’ answered the second.
‘But now,’ said the first gentleman, ‘now we have the happinesswe have pined and languished16 for. Have we pined and languishedfor this happiness, Pyke, or have we not?’
‘You know we have, Pluck,’ said Pyke, reproachfully.
‘You hear him, ma’am?’ said Mr Pluck, looking round; ‘youhear the unimpeachable17 testimony18 of my friend Pyke—thatreminds me,—formalities, formalities, must not be neglected incivilised society. Pyke—Mrs Nickleby.’
Mr Pyke laid his hand upon his heart, and bowed low.
‘Whether I shall introduce myself with the same formality,’ saidMr Pluck—‘whether I shall say myself that my name is Pluck, orwhether I shall ask my friend Pyke (who being now regularlyintroduced, is competent to the office) to state for me, Mrs Nickleby, that my name is Pluck; whether I shall claim youracquaintance on the plain ground of the strong interest I take inyour welfare, or whether I shall make myself known to you as thefriend of Sir Mulberry Hawk—these, Mrs Nickleby, areconsiderations which I leave to you to determine.’
‘Any friend of Sir Mulberry Hawk’s requires no betterintroduction to me,’ observed Mrs Nickleby, graciously.
‘It is delightful19 to hear you say so,’ said Mr Pluck, drawing achair close to Mrs Nickleby, and sitting himself down. ‘It isrefreshing to know that you hold my excellent friend, SirMulberry, in such high esteem20. A word in your ear, Mrs Nickleby.
When Sir Mulberry knows it, he will be a happy man—I say, MrsNickleby, a happy man. Pyke, be seated.’
‘My good opinion,’ said Mrs Nickleby, and the poor lady exultedin the idea that she was marvellously sly,—‘my good opinion canbe of very little consequence to a gentleman like Sir Mulberry.’
‘Of little consequence!’ exclaimed Mr Pluck. ‘Pyke, of whatconsequence to our friend, Sir Mulberry, is the good opinion ofMrs Nickleby?’
‘Of what consequence?’ echoed Pyke.
‘Ay,’ repeated Pluck; ‘is it of the greatest consequence?’
‘Of the very greatest consequence,’ replied Pyke.
‘Mrs Nickleby cannot be ignorant,’ said Mr Pluck, ‘of theimmense impression which that sweet girl has—’
‘Pluck!’ said his friend, ‘beware!’
‘Pyke is right,’ muttered Mr Pluck, after a short pause; ‘I wasnot to mention it. Pyke is very right. Thank you, Pyke.’
‘Well now, really,’ thought Mrs Nickleby within herself. ‘Suchdelicacy as that, I never saw!’
Mr Pluck, after feigning22 to be in a condition of greatembarrassment for some minutes, resumed the conversation byentreating Mrs Nickleby to take no heed24 of what he hadinadvertently said—to consider him imprudent, rash, injudicious.
The only stipulation25 he would make in his own favour was, thatshe should give him credit for the best intentions.
‘But when,’ said Mr Pluck, ‘when I see so much sweetness andbeauty on the one hand, and so much ardour and devotion on theother, I—pardon me, Pyke, I didn’t intend to resume that theme.
Change the subject, Pyke.’
‘We promised Sir Mulberry and Lord Frederick,’ said Pyke,‘that we’d call this morning and inquire whether you took any coldlast night.’
‘Not the least in the world last night, sir,’ replied Mrs Nickleby,‘with many thanks to his lordship and Sir Mulberry for doing methe honour to inquire; not the least—which is the more singular,as I really am very subject to colds, indeed—very subject. I had acold once,’ said Mrs Nickleby, ‘I think it was in the year eighteenhundred and seventeen; let me see, four and five are nine, and—yes, eighteen hundred and seventeen, that I thought I nevershould get rid of; actually and seriously, that I thought I nevershould get rid of. I was only cured at last by a remedy that I don’tknow whether you ever happened to hear of, Mr Pluck. You have agallon of water as hot as you can possibly bear it, with a pound ofsalt, and sixpen’orth of the finest bran, and sit with your head in itfor twenty minutes every night just before going to bed; at least, Idon’t mean your head—your feet. It’s a most extraordinary cure—a most extraordinary cure. I used it for the first time, I recollect6,the day after Christmas Day, and by the middle of April following the cold was gone. It seems quite a miracle when you come tothink of it, for I had it ever since the beginning of September.’
‘What an afflicting26 calamity27!’ said Mr Pyke.
‘Perfectly28 horrid29!’ exclaimed Mr Pluck.
‘But it’s worth the pain of hearing, only to know that MrsNickleby recovered it, isn’t it, Pluck?’ cried Mr Pyke.
‘That is the circumstance which gives it such a thrillinginterest,’ replied Mr Pluck.
‘But come,’ said Pyke, as if suddenly recollecting30 himself; ‘wemust not forget our mission in the pleasure of this interview. Wecome on a mission, Mrs Nickleby.’
‘On a mission,’ exclaimed that good lady, to whose mind adefinite proposal of marriage for Kate at once presented itself inlively colours.
‘From Sir Mulberry,’ replied Pyke. ‘You must be very dull here.’
‘Rather dull, I confess,’ said Mrs Nickleby.
‘We bring the compliments of Sir Mulberry Hawk, and athousand entreaties31 that you’ll take a seat in a private box at theplay tonight,’ said Mr Pluck.
‘Oh dear!’ said Mrs Nickleby, ‘I never go out at all, never.’
‘And that is the very reason, my dear Mrs Nickleby, why youshould go out tonight,’ retorted Mr Pluck. ‘Pyke, entreat23 MrsNickleby.’
‘Oh, pray do,’ said Pyke.
‘You positively32 must,’ urged Pluck.
‘You are very kind,’ said Mrs Nickleby, hesitating; ‘but—’
‘There’s not a but in the case, my dear Mrs Nickleby,’
remonstrated Mr Pluck; ‘not such a word in the vocabulary. Yourbrother-in-law joins us, Lord Frederick joins us, Sir Mulberry joins us, Pyke joins us—a refusal is out of the question. SirMulberry sends a carriage for you—twenty minutes before sevento the moment—you’ll not be so cruel as to disappoint the wholeparty, Mrs Nickleby?’
‘You are so very pressing, that I scarcely know what to say,’
‘Say nothing; not a word, not a word, my dearest madam,’
urged Mr Pluck. ‘Mrs Nickleby,’ said that excellent gentleman,lowering his voice, ‘there is the most trifling34, the most excusablebreach of confidence in what I am about to say; and yet if myfriend Pyke there overheard it—such is that man’s delicate senseof honour, Mrs Nickleby—he’d have me out before dinner-time.’
Mrs Nickleby cast an apprehensive36 glance at the warlike Pyke,who had walked to the window; and Mr Pluck, squeezing herhand, went on:
‘Your daughter has made a conquest—a conquest on which Imay congratulate you. Sir Mulberry, my dear ma’am, Sir Mulberryis her devoted37 slave. Hem4!’
‘Hah!’ cried Mr Pyke at this juncture38, snatching somethingfrom the chimney-piece with a theatrical39 air. ‘What is this! what doI behold40!’
‘What do you behold, my dear fellow?’ asked Mr Pluck.
‘It is the face, the countenance, the expression,’ cried Mr Pyke,falling into his chair with a miniature in his hand; ‘feeblyportrayed, imperfectly caught, but still the face, the countenance,the expression.’
‘I recognise it at this distance!’ exclaimed Mr Pluck in a fit ofenthusiasm. ‘Is it not, my dear madam, the faint similitude of—’
‘It is my daughter’s portrait,’ said Mrs Nickleby, with great pride. And so it was. And little Miss La Creevy had brought ithome for inspection41 only two nights before.
Mr Pyke no sooner ascertained42 that he was quite right in hisconjecture, than he launched into the most extravagantencomiums of the divine original; and in the warmth of hisenthusiasm kissed the picture a thousand times, while Mr Pluckpressed Mrs Nickleby’s hand to his heart, and congratulated heron the possession of such a daughter, with so much earnestnessand affection, that the tears stood, or seemed to stand, in his eyes.
Poor Mrs Nickleby, who had listened in a state of enviablecomplacency at first, became at length quite overpowered by thesetokens of regard for, and attachment43 to, the family; and even theservant girl, who had peeped in at the door, remained rooted tothe spot in astonishment44 at the ecstasies45 of the two friendlyvisitors.
By degrees these raptures46 subsided47, and Mrs Nickleby went onto entertain her guests with a lament48 over her fallen fortunes, anda picturesque49 account of her old house in the country: comprisinga full description of the different apartments, not forgetting thelittle store-room, and a lively recollection of how many steps youwent down to get into the garden, and which way you turned whenyou came out at the parlour door, and what capital fixtures50 therewere in the kitchen. This last reflection naturally conducted herinto the wash-house, where she stumbled upon the brewingutensils, among which she might have wandered for an hour, if themere mention of those implements52 had not, by an association ofideas, instantly reminded Mr Pyke that he was ‘amazing thirsty.’
‘And I’ll tell you what,’ said Mr Pyke; ‘if you’ll send round to thepublic-house for a pot of milk half-and-half, positively and actually I’ll drink it.’
And positively and actually Mr Pyke did drink it, and Mr Pluckhelped him, while Mrs Nickleby looked on in divided admirationof the condescension53 of the two, and the aptitude54 with which theyaccommodated themselves to the pewter-pot; in explanation ofwhich seeming marvel21 it may be here observed, that gentlemenwho, like Messrs Pyke and Pluck, live upon their wits (or not somuch, perhaps, upon the presence of their own wits as upon theabsence of wits in other people) are occasionally reduced to verynarrow shifts and straits, and are at such periods accustomed toregale themselves in a very simple and primitive55 manner.
‘At twenty minutes before seven, then,’ said Mr Pyke, rising,‘the coach will be here. One more look—one little look—at thatsweet face. Ah! here it is. Unmoved, unchanged!’ This, by the way,was a very remarkable56 circumstance, miniatures being liable to somany changes of expression—‘Oh, Pluck! Pluck!’
Mr Pluck made no other reply than kissing Mrs Nickleby’shand with a great show of feeling and attachment; Mr Pyke havingdone the same, both gentlemen hastily withdrew.
Mrs Nickleby was commonly in the habit of giving herself creditfor a pretty tolerable share of penetration57 and acuteness, but shehad never felt so satisfied with her own sharp-sightedness as shedid that day. She had found it all out the night before. She hadnever seen Sir Mulberry and Kate together—never even heard SirMulberry’s name—and yet hadn’t she said to herself from the veryfirst, that she saw how the case stood? and what a triumph it was,for there was now no doubt about it. If these flattering attentionsto herself were not sufficient proofs, Sir Mulberry’s confidentialfriend had suffered the secret to escape him in so many words. ‘I am quite in love with that dear Mr Pluck, I declare I am,’ said MrsNickleby.
There was one great source of uneasiness in the midst of thisgood fortune, and that was the having nobody by, to whom shecould confide35 it. Once or twice she almost resolved to walk straightto Miss La Creevy’s and tell it all to her. ‘But I don’t know,’
thought Mrs Nickleby; ‘she is a very worthy person, but I amafraid too much beneath Sir Mulberry’s station for us to make acompanion of. Poor thing!’ Acting58 upon this grave considerationshe rejected the idea of taking the little portrait painter into herconfidence, and contented59 herself with holding out sundry60 vagueand mysterious hopes of preferment to the servant girl, whoreceived these obscure hints of dawning greatness with muchveneration and respect.
Punctual to its time came the promised vehicle, which was nohackney coach, but a private chariot, having behind it a footman,whose legs, although somewhat large for his body, might, as mereabstract legs, have set themselves up for models at the RoyalAcademy. It was quite exhilarating to hear the clash and bustlewith which he banged the door and jumped up behind after MrsNickleby was in; and as that good lady was perfectly unconsciousthat he applied61 the gold-headed end of his long stick to his nose,and so telegraphed most disrespectfully to the coachman over hervery head, she sat in a state of much stiffness and dignity, not alittle proud of her position.
At the theatre entrance there was more banging and morebustle, and there were also Messrs Pyke and Pluck waiting toescort her to her box; and so polite were they, that Mr Pykethreatened with many oaths to ‘smifligate’ a very old man with a lantern who accidentally stumbled in her way—to the great terrorof Mrs Nickleby, who, conjecturing62 more from Mr Pyke’sexcitement than any previous acquaintance with the etymology63 ofthe word that smifligation and bloodshed must be in the main oneand the same thing, was alarmed beyond expression, lestsomething should occur. Fortunately, however, Mr Pyke confinedhimself to mere51 verbal smifligation, and they reached their boxwith no more serious interruption by the way, than a desire on thepart of the same pugnacious64 gentleman to ‘smash’ the assistantbox-keeper for happening to mistake the number.
Mrs Nickleby had scarcely been put away behind the curtain ofthe box in an armchair, when Sir Mulberry and Lord Verisophtarrived, arrayed from the crowns of their heads to the tips of theirgloves, and from the tips of their gloves to the toes of their boots,in the most elegant and costly65 manner. Sir Mulberry was a littlehoarser than on the previous day, and Lord Verisopht lookedrather sleepy and queer; from which tokens, as well as from thecircumstance of their both being to a trifling extent unsteady upontheir legs, Mrs Nickleby justly concluded that they had takendinner.
‘We have been—we have been—toasting your lovely daughter,Mrs Nickleby,’ whispered Sir Mulberry, sitting down behind her.
‘Oh, ho!’ thought that knowing lady; ‘wine in, truth out.—Youare very kind, Sir Mulberry.’
‘No, no upon my soul!’ replied Sir Mulberry Hawk. ‘It’s youthat’s kind, upon my soul it is. It was so kind of you to cometonight.’
‘So very kind of you to invite me, you mean, Sir Mulberry,’
replied Mrs Nickleby, tossing her head, and looking prodigiously66 sly.
‘I am so anxious to know you, so anxious to cultivate your goodopinion, so desirous that there should be a delicious kind ofharmonious family understanding between us,’ said Sir Mulberry,‘that you mustn’t think I’m disinterested67 in what I do. I’m infernalselfish; I am—upon my soul I am.’
‘I am sure you can’t be selfish, Sir Mulberry!’ replied MrsNickleby. ‘You have much too open and generous a countenancefor that.’
‘What an extraordinary observer you are!’ said Sir MulberryHawk.
‘Oh no, indeed, I don’t see very far into things, Sir Mulberry,’
replied Mrs Nickleby, in a tone of voice which left the baronet toinfer that she saw very far indeed.
‘I am quite afraid of you,’ said the baronet. ‘Upon my soul,’
repeated Sir Mulberry, looking round to his companions; ‘I amafraid of Mrs Nickleby. She is so immensely sharp.’
Messrs Pyke and Pluck shook their heads mysteriously, andobserved together that they had found that out long ago; uponwhich Mrs Nickleby tittered, and Sir Mulberry laughed, and Pykeand Pluck roared.
‘But where’s my brother-in-law, Sir Mulberry?’ inquired MrsNickleby. ‘I shouldn’t be here without him. I hope he’s coming.’
‘Pyke,’ said Sir Mulberry, taking out his toothpick and lollingback in his chair, as if he were too lazy to invent a reply to thisquestion. ‘Where’s Ralph Nickleby?’
‘Pluck,’ said Pyke, imitating the baronet’s action, and turningthe lie over to his friend, ‘where’s Ralph Nickleby?’
Mr Pluck was about to return some evasive reply, when the hustle69 caused by a party entering the next box seemed to attractthe attention of all four gentlemen, who exchanged glances ofmuch meaning. The new party beginning to converse70 together, SirMulberry suddenly assumed the character of a most attentivelistener, and implored71 his friends not to breathe—not to breathe.
‘Why not?’ said Mrs Nickleby. ‘What is the matter?’
‘Hush!’ replied Sir Mulberry, laying his hand on her arm. ‘LordFrederick, do you recognise the tones of that voice?’
‘Deyvle take me if I didn’t think it was the voice of MissNickleby.’
‘Lor, my lord!’ cried Miss Nickleby’s mama, thrusting her headround the curtain. ‘Why actually—Kate, my dear, Kate.’
‘You here, mama! Is it possible!’
‘Possible, my dear? Yes.’
‘Why who—who on earth is that you have with you, mama?’
said Kate, shrinking back as she caught sight of a man smiling andkissing his hand.
‘Who do you suppose, my dear?’ replied Mrs Nickleby, bendingtowards Mrs Wititterly, and speaking a little louder for that lady’sedification. ‘There’s Mr Pyke, Mr Pluck, Sir Mulberry Hawk, andLord Frederick Verisopht.’
‘Gracious Heaven!’ thought Kate hurriedly. ‘How comes she insuch society?’
Now, Kate thought thus so hurriedly, and the surprise was sogreat, and moreover brought back so forcibly the recollection ofwhat had passed at Ralph’s delectable72 dinner, that she turnedextremely pale and appeared greatly agitated73, which symptomsbeing observed by Mrs Nickleby, were at once set down by thatacute lady as being caused and occasioned by violent love. But, although she was in no small degree delighted by this discovery,which reflected so much credit on her own quickness ofperception, it did not lessen74 her motherly anxiety in Kate’s behalf;and accordingly, with a vast quantity of trepidation75, she quittedher own box to hasten into that of Mrs Wititterly. Mrs Wititterly,keenly alive to the glory of having a lord and a baronet among hervisiting acquaintance, lost no time in signing to Mr Wititterly toopen the door, and thus it was that in less than thirty seconds MrsNickleby’s party had made an irruption into Mrs Wititterly’s box,which it filled to the very door, there being in fact only room forMessrs Pyke and Pluck to get in their heads and waistcoats.
‘My dear Kate,’ said Mrs Nickleby, kissing her daughteraffectionately. ‘How ill you looked a moment ago! You quitefrightened me, I declare!’
‘It was mere fancy, mama,—the—the—reflection of the lightsperhaps,’ replied Kate, glancing nervously76 round, and finding itimpossible to whisper any caution or explanation.
‘Don’t you see Sir Mulberry Hawk, my dear?’
Kate bowed slightly, and biting her lip turned her head towardsthe stage.
But Sir Mulberry Hawk was not to be so easily repulsed77, for headvanced with extended hand; and Mrs Nickleby officiouslyinforming Kate of this circumstance, she was obliged to extend herown. Sir Mulberry detained it while he murmured a profusion78 ofcompliments, which Kate, remembering what had passed betweenthem, rightly considered as so many aggravations of the insult hehad already put upon her. Then followed the recognition of LordVerisopht, and then the greeting of Mr Pyke, and then that of MrPluck, and finally, to complete the young lady’s mortification79, she was compelled at Mrs Wititterly’s request to perform theceremony of introducing the odious80 persons, whom she regardedwith the utmost indignation and abhorrence81.
‘Mrs Wititterly is delighted,’ said Mr Wititterly, rubbing hishands; ‘delighted, my lord, I am sure, with this opportunity ofcontracting an acquaintance which, I trust, my lord, we shallimprove. Julia, my dear, you must not allow yourself to be toomuch excited, you must not. Indeed you must not. Mrs Wititterly isof a most excitable nature, Sir Mulberry. The snuff of a candle, thewick of a lamp, the bloom on a peach, the down on a butterfly. Youmight blow her away, my lord; you might blow her away.’
Sir Mulberry seemed to think that it would be a greatconvenience if the lady could be blown away. He said, however,that the delight was mutual82, and Lord Verisopht added that it wasmutual, whereupon Messrs Pyke and Pluck were heard tomurmur from the distance that it was very mutual indeed.
‘I take an interest, my lord,’ said Mrs Wititterly, with a faintsmile, ‘such an interest in the drama.’
‘Ye—es. It’s very interesting,’ replied Lord Verisopht.
‘I’m always ill after Shakespeare,’ said Mrs Wititterly. ‘Iscarcely exist the next day; I find the reaction so very great after atragedy, my lord, and Shakespeare is such a delicious creature.’
‘Ye—es!’ replied Lord Verisopht. ‘He was a clayver man.’
‘Do you know, my lord,’ said Mrs Wititterly, after a long silence,‘I find I take so much more interest in his plays, after having beento that dear little dull house he was born in! Were you ever there,my lord?’
‘No, nayver,’ replied Verisopht.
‘Then really you ought to go, my lord,’ returned Mrs Wititterly, in very languid and drawling accents. ‘I don’t know how it is, butafter you’ve seen the place and written your name in the littlebook, somehow or other you seem to be inspired; it kindles83 upquite a fire within one.’
‘Ye—es!’ replied Lord Verisopht, ‘I shall certainly go there.’
‘Julia, my life,’ interposed Mr Wititterly, ‘you are deceiving hislordship—unintentionally, my lord, she is deceiving you. It is yourpoetical temperament84, my dear—your ethereal soul—your fervidimagination, which throws you into a glow of genius andexcitement. There is nothing in the place, my dear—nothing,nothing.’
‘I think there must be something in the place,’ said MrsNickleby, who had been listening in silence; ‘for, soon after I wasmarried, I went to Stratford with my poor dear Mr Nickleby, in apost-chaise from Birmingham—was it a post-chaise though?’ saidMrs Nickleby, considering; ‘yes, it must have been a post-chaise,because I recollect remarking at the time that the driver had agreen shade over his left eye;—in a post-chaise from Birmingham,and after we had seen Shakespeare’s tomb and birthplace, wewent back to the inn there, where we slept that night, and Irecollect that all night long I dreamt of nothing but a blackgentleman, at full length, in plaster-of-Paris, with a lay-down collartied with two tassels85, leaning against a post and thinking; andwhen I woke in the morning and described him to Mr Nickleby, hesaid it was Shakespeare just as he had been when he was alive,which was very curious indeed. Stratford—Stratford,’ continuedMrs Nickleby, considering. ‘Yes, I am positive about that, becauseI recollect I was in the family way with my son Nicholas at thetime, and I had been very much frightened by an Italian image boy that very morning. In fact, it was quite a mercy, ma’am,’ addedMrs Nickleby, in a whisper to Mrs Wititterly, ‘that my son didn’tturn out to be a Shakespeare, and what a dreadful thing thatwould have been!’
When Mrs Nickleby had brought this interesting anecdote86 to aclose, Pyke and Pluck, ever zealous87 in their patron’s cause,proposed the adjournment88 of a detachment of the party into thenext box; and with so much skill were the preliminaries adjusted,that Kate, despite all she could say or do to the contrary, had noalternative but to suffer herself to be led away by Sir MulberryHawk. Her mother and Mr Pluck accompanied them, but theworthy lady, pluming89 herself upon her discretion90, took particularcare not so much as to look at her daughter during the wholeevening, and to seem wholly absorbed in the jokes andconversation of Mr Pluck, who, having been appointed sentry91 overMrs Nickleby for that especial purpose, neglected, on his side, nopossible opportunity of engrossing92 her attention.
Lord Frederick Verisopht remained in the next box to be talkedto by Mrs Wititterly, and Mr Pyke was in attendance to throw in aword or two when necessary. As to Mr Wititterly, he wassufficiently busy in the body of the house, informing such of hisfriends and acquaintance as happened to be there, that those twogentlemen upstairs, whom they had seen in conversation with MrsW., were the distinguished93 Lord Frederick Verisopht and his mostintimate friend, the gay Sir Mulberry Hawk—a communicationwhich inflamed94 several respectable house-keepers with the utmostjealousy and rage, and reduced sixteen unmarried daughters tothe very brink95 of despair.
The evening came to an end at last, but Kate had yet to be handed downstairs by the detested96 Sir Mulberry; and so skilfullywere the manoeuvres of Messrs Pyke and Pluck conducted, thatshe and the baronet were the last of the party, and were even—without an appearance of effort or design—left at some littledistance behind.
‘Don’t hurry, don’t hurry,’ said Sir Mulberry, as Kate hastenedon, and attempted to release her arm.
She made no reply, but still pressed forward.
‘Nay, then—’ coolly observed Sir Mulberry, stopping heroutright.
‘You had best not seek to detain me, sir!’ said Kate, angrily.
‘And why not?’ retorted Sir Mulberry. ‘My dear creature, nowwhy do you keep up this show of displeasure?’
‘Show!’ repeated Kate, indignantly. ‘How dare you presume tospeak to me, sir—to address me—to come into my presence?’
‘You look prettier in a passion, Miss Nickleby,’ said SirMulberry Hawk, stooping down, the better to see her face.
‘I hold you in the bitterest detestation and contempt, sir,’ saidKate. ‘If you find any attraction in looks of disgust and aversion,you—let me rejoin my friends, sir, instantly. Whateverconsiderations may have withheld97 me thus far, I will disregardthem all, and take a course that even you might feel, if you do notimmediately suffer me to proceed.’
Sir Mulberry smiled, and still looking in her face and retainingher arm, walked towards the door.
‘If no regard for my sex or helpless situation will induce you todesist from this coarse and unmanly persecution,’ said Kate,scarcely knowing, in the tumult98 of her passions, what she said,—‘Ihave a brother who will resent it dearly, one day.’
‘Upon my soul!’ exclaimed Sir Mulberry, as though quietlycommuning with himself; passing his arm round her waist as hespoke, ‘she looks more beautiful, and I like her better in this mood,than when her eyes are cast down, and she is in perfect repose99!’
How Kate reached the lobby where her friends were waitingshe never knew, but she hurried across it without at all regardingthem, and disengaged herself suddenly from her companion,sprang into the coach, and throwing herself into its darkest cornerburst into tears.
Messrs Pyke and Pluck, knowing their cue, at once threw theparty into great commotion100 by shouting for the carriages, andgetting up a violent quarrel with sundry inoffensive bystanders; inthe midst of which tumult they put the affrighted Mrs Nickleby inher chariot, and having got her safely off, turned their thoughts toMrs Wititterly, whose attention also they had now effectuallydistracted from the young lady, by throwing her into a state of theutmost bewilderment and consternation101. At length, theconveyance in which she had come rolled off too with its load, andthe four worthies102, being left alone under the portico103, enjoyed ahearty laugh together.
‘There,’ said Sir Mulberry, turning to his noble friend. ‘Didn’t Itell you last night that if we could find where they were going bybribing a servant through my fellow, and then establishedourselves close by with the mother, these people’s honour wouldbe our own? Why here it is, done in four-and-twenty hours.’
‘Ye—es,’ replied the dupe. ‘But I have been tied to the oldwoman all ni-ight.’
‘Hear him,’ said Sir Mulberry, turning to his two friends. ‘Hearthis discontented grumbler104. Isn’t it enough to make a man swear never to help him in his plots and schemes again? Isn’t it aninfernal shame?’
Pyke asked Pluck whether it was not an infernal shame, andPluck asked Pyke; but neither answered.
‘Isn’t it the truth?’ demanded Verisopht. ‘Wasn’t it so?’
‘Wasn’t it so!’ repeated Sir Mulberry. ‘How would you have hadit? How could we have got a general invitation at first sight—comewhen you like, go when you like, stop as long as you like, do whatyou like—if you, the lord, had not made yourself agreeable to thefoolish mistress of the house? Do I care for this girl, except as yourfriend? Haven’t I been sounding your praises in her ears, andbearing her pretty sulks and peevishness105 all night for you? Whatsort of stuff do you think I’m made of? Would I do this for everyman? Don’t I deserve even gratitude106 in return?’
‘You’re a deyvlish good fellow,’ said the poor young lord, takinghis friend’s arm. ‘Upon my life you’re a deyvlish good fellow,Hawk.’
‘And I have done right, have I?’ demanded Sir Mulberry.
‘Quite ri-ght.’
‘And like a poor, silly, good-natured, friendly dog as I am, eh?’
‘Ye—es, ye—es; like a friend,’ replied the other.
‘Well then,’ replied Sir Mulberry, ‘I’m satisfied. And now let’sgo and have our revenge on the German baron68 and theFrenchman, who cleaned you out so handsomely last night.’
With these words the friendly creature took his companion’sarm and led him away, turning half round as he did so, andbestowing a wink107 and a contemptuous smile on Messrs Pyke andPluck, who, cramming108 their handkerchiefs into their mouths todenote their silent enjoyment109 of the whole proceedings110, followed their patron and his victim at a little distance.
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condescension
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