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Updated: June 25, 2025
Hoo be all wi' ye? Ding! But, I'm glod o' this! Quite forgetting even his hunger in the heartiness of his salutation, John Browdie shook Nicholas by the hand again and again, slapping his palm with great violence between each shake, to add warmth to the reception. 'Ah! there she be, said John, observing the look which Nicholas directed towards his wife.
Browdie, not only with a hearty meal of bread and meat, but with sundry shillings and sixpences to help them on their way.
Lifting up his eyes, as he arrived at the conclusion that there was no remedy for this unfortunate state of things, he beheld a horseman coming towards him, whom, on nearer approach, he discovered, to his infinite chagrin, to be no other than Mr John Browdie, who, clad in cords and leather leggings, was urging his animal forward by means of a thick ash stick, which seemed to have been recently cut from some stout sapling.
The point being thus effectually set at rest, and Mrs Nickleby duly placed in the patronising and mildly-condescending position which became her rank and matrimonial years, Mr and Mrs Browdie were invited and came; and as they were very deferential to Mrs Nickleby, and seemed to have a becoming appreciation of her greatness, and were very much pleased with everything, the good lady had more than once given Kate to understand, in a whisper, that she thought they were the very best-meaning people she had ever seen, and perfectly well behaved.
John Browdie made no verbal answer to this remark, but putting his hand in his pocket, pulled out an old purse of solid leather, and insisted that Nicholas should borrow from him whatever he required for his present necessities. 'Dean't be afeard, mun, he said; 'tak' eneaf to carry thee whoam. Thee'lt pay me yan day, a' warrant.
I said, "Kate, my dear, you will only make Mrs Browdie feel uncomfortable, and how very foolish and inconsiderate that would be!" 'I am very much obliged to you, I am sure, ma'am, returned Mrs Browdie, gratefully. 'It's nearly eleven o'clock, John. I am afraid we are keeping you up very late, ma'am.
'You, Mr Browdie, said Miss Squeers, taking him up very quickly, 'I pity. I have no feeling for you, sir, but one of unliquidated pity. 'Oh! said John. 'No, said Miss Squeers, looking sideways at her parent, 'although I AM a queer bridesmaid, and SHAN'T be a bride in a hurry, and although my husband WILL be in luck, I entertain no sentiments towards you, sir, but sentiments of pity.
So, in order that he might begin to enjoy himself at once, and lose no time, Mr Browdie gave his wife a hearty kiss, and succeeded in wresting another from Miss Squeers, after a maidenly resistance of scratching and struggling on the part of that young lady, which was not quite over when they reached the Saracen's Head.
'Have I not patronised you, ma'am? demanded Miss Squeers. 'No, returned Mrs Browdie. 'I will not look for blushes in such a quarter, said Miss Squeers, haughtily, 'for that countenance is a stranger to everything but hignominiousness and red-faced boldness. 'I say, interposed John Browdie, nettled by these accumulated attacks on his wife, 'dra' it mild, dra' it mild.
'We have all the talking to ourselves, it seems, said Nicholas, looking good-humouredly round the table as he took up the cards for a fresh deal. 'You do it so well, tittered Miss Squeers, 'that it would be a pity to interrupt, wouldn't it, Mr Browdie? He! he! he! 'Nay, said Nicholas, 'we do it in default of having anybody else to talk to.
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