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Meanwhile, Lord Verisopht enjoyed unmolested the full flavour of the gold knob at the top of his cane, as he would have done to the end of the interview if Mr Wititterly had not come home, and caused the conversation to turn to his favourite topic. 'My lord, said Mr Wititterly, 'I am delighted honoured proud. Be seated again, my lord, pray. I am proud, indeed most proud.
Kate complied, though not without some embarrassment, with this request, and Mrs Wititterly took a languid survey of her countenance, which lasted some two or three minutes. 'I like your appearance, said that lady, ringing a little bell. 'Alphonse, request your master to come here.
Messrs Pyke and Pluck, knowing their cue, at once threw the party into great commotion by shouting for the carriages, and getting up a violent quarrel with sundry inoffensive bystanders; in the midst of which tumult they put the affrighted Mrs Nickleby in her chariot, and having got her safely off, turned their thoughts to Mrs Wititterly, whose attention also they had now effectually distracted from the young lady, by throwing her into a state of the utmost bewilderment and consternation.
'I'm always ill after Shakespeare, said Mrs Wititterly. 'I scarcely exist the next day; I find the reaction so very great after a tragedy, my lord, and Shakespeare is such a delicious creature. 'Ye es! replied Lord Verisopht. 'He was a clayver man.
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.
'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 and kissing his hand. 'Who do you suppose, my dear? replied Mrs Nickleby, bending towards Mrs Wititterly, and speaking a little louder for that lady's edification. 'There's Mr Pyke, Mr Pluck, Sir Mulberry Hawk, and Lord Frederick Verisopht.
Accordingly Mrs Wititterly broke ground next morning, during a pause in the novel-reading. 'Miss Nickleby, said Mrs Wititterly, 'I wish to speak to you very gravely.
'If anybody, my lord, added Mr Wititterly, wheeling round to the nobleman, 'will produce to me a greater martyr than Mrs Wititterly, all I can say is, that I shall be glad to see that martyr, whether male or female that's all, my lord.
However, as the dreadful idea that Lord Verisopht also was somewhat taken with Kate, and that she, Mrs Wititterly, was quite a secondary person, dawned upon that lady's mind and gradually developed itself, she became possessed with a large quantity of highly proper and most virtuous indignation, and felt it her duty, as a married lady and a moral member of society, to mention the circumstance to 'the young person' without delay.
'I thought, perhaps, said Kate, modestly, 'that if you had not already made a final choice, you would forgive my troubling you with an application. 'Yes, drawled Mrs Wititterly again. 'If you have already made a selection 'Oh dear no, interrupted the lady, 'I am not so easily suited. I really don't know what to say. You have never been a companion before, have you?
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