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They waited here a much longer time than was agreeable to Mr Ralph Nickleby, who eyed the gaudy frippery about him with very little concern, and was at length about to pull the bell, when a gentleman suddenly popped his head into the room, and, seeing somebody there, as suddenly popped it out again. 'Here. Hollo! cried Ralph. 'Who's that?
Gregsbury in Nicholas Nickleby, full of affability and importance, introducing the selected spokesmen "Our worthy mayor; our leading employer of labour; Miss Twoshoes, a philanthropic worker in all good causes" the Minister, profoundly ignorant of the whole subject, smiling blandly or gazing earnestly from his padded chair; the Permanent Official at his elbow murmuring what the "practice of the department" has been, what his predecessor said on a similar occasion ten years ago, and why the object of the deputation is equally mischievous and impossible; and the Minister finally expressing sympathy and promising earnest consideration.
McAllister has been expecting Nickleby to attempt a clean-up of some kind, preparatory to dropping out of sight completely. His present position with the Interprovincial Loan & Savings control of the stock and all that will come to a sudden end as soon as Mr. Bradford, the explorer, returns to civilization. Nickleby won't wait for that, will he?
Nickleby, sir, Frank judged hastily, but he judged, for once, correctly. Madeline's heart is occupied give me your hand it is occupied by you and worthily. She chooses you, Mr. Nickleby, as we, her dearest friends, would have her choose. Frank chooses as we would have him choose. He should have your sister's little hand, sir, if she had refused it a score of times ay, he should, and he shall!
Your nephew is a noble lad, sir, an honest, noble lad. What you are, Mr Nickleby, I will not say; but what you have done, I know.
I am sorry to have to do it, upon my word I am very sorry, but you leave me no alternative, Miss Nickleby. Here Mrs Wititterly tossed her head not passionately, only virtuously and remarked, with some appearance of excitement, that she feared that palpitation of the heart was coming on again. 'Your behaviour, Miss Nickleby, resumed the lady, 'is very far from pleasing me very far.
'Don't talk to me of being doomed to undergo, Miss Nickleby, if you please, said Mrs Wititterly, with a shrillness of tone quite surprising in so great an invalid. 'I will not be answered, Miss Nickleby. I am not accustomed to be answered, nor will I permit it for an instant. Do you hear? she added, waiting with some apparent inconsistency FOR an answer.
I call Mr Nickleby to witness the course I intend to pursue with you. 'Pray don't call me to witness anything, ma'am, said Ralph. 'Settle it between yourselves, settle it between yourselves.
'What may you call his nose, now, my dear? pursued Mrs Nickleby, wishing to interest Nicholas in the subject to the utmost. 'Call it? repeated Nicholas. 'Ah! returned his mother, 'what style of nose? What order of architecture, if one may say so. I am not very learned in noses. Do you call it a Roman or a Grecian?
'Is that my niece's portrait, ma'am? 'Yes it is, Mr Nickleby, said Miss La Creevy, with a very sprightly air, 'and between you and me and the post, sir, it will be a very nice portrait too, though I say it who am the painter. 'Don't trouble yourself to show it to me, ma'am, cried Ralph, moving away, 'I have no eye for likenesses. Is it nearly finished?
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