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There was the superannuated bank clerk, Tim Linkinwater's friend; and there was the chubby old lady, Tim Linkinwater's sister; and there was so much attention from Tim Linkinwater's sister to Miss La Creevy, and there were so many jokes from the superannuated bank clerk, and Tim Linkinwater himself was in such tiptop spirits, and little Miss La Creevy was in such a comical state, that of themselves they would have composed the pleasantest party conceivable.
'You mistake my purpose, I see, ma'am, replied Mr Nickleby, in his usual blunt fashion. Seeing you on the stairs, I wanted to ask a question of you, about some lodgers here. Miss La Creevy coughed once more this cough was to conceal her disappointment and said, 'Oh, indeed! 'I infer from what you said to your servant, that the floor above belongs to you, ma'am, said Mr Nickleby.
'A POOR widow, ma'am, said Ralph, with a powerful emphasis on that little adjective which conveys so much. 'Well, I'm afraid she IS poor, rejoined Miss La Creevy. 'I happen to know that she is, ma'am, said Ralph. 'Now, what business has a poor widow in such a house as this, ma'am? 'Very true, replied Miss La Creevy, not at all displeased with this implied compliment to the apartments.
The old butler received them with profound respect and many smiles, and ushered them into the drawing-room, where they were received by the brothers with so much cordiality and kindness that Mrs Nickleby was quite in a flutter, and had scarcely presence of mind enough, even to patronise Miss La Creevy.
They then consulted together on the safest and surest mode of communicating to him the circumstances which had rendered his presence necessary. 'He must have time to cool before he can possibly do anything, said Miss La Creevy. 'That is of the greatest consequence. He must not be told until late at night. 'But he'll be in town between six and seven this evening, replied Newman.
I hope, for the sake of that poor lad, it may. However, said Miss La Creevy, relapsing into the cheerful, chattering tone, which was habitual to her, 'I have said my say, and a very long say it is, and a very wrong say too, I shouldn't wonder at all.
Kate seemed highly amused by this information, and Miss La Creevy went on painting and talking, with immovable complacency. 'What a number of officers you seem to paint! said Kate, availing herself of a pause in the discourse, and glancing round the room. 'Number of what, child? inquired Miss La Creevy, looking up from her work.
It was not a very awful weapon that Miss La Creevy held, it being in fact nothing more nor less than a black-lead pencil; but discovering her mistake, the little portrait painter exchanged it for a mother-of-pearl fruit knife, wherewith, in proof of her desperate thoughts, she made a lunge as she spoke, which would have scarcely disturbed the crumb of a half-quartern loaf.
The three men who were with me were Lieutenant William Creevy, Corporal John Yax, and private Thomas W. Hill of troop C. Hill moved to the right when I moved to the left, but Creevy and Yax were slow about it. The very next time the gun was fired, there was a premature explosion, which killed Yax and wounded Creevy. Hill was a boy only seventeen years of age, one of the recruits of 1863-64.
'She won't stop where she is after tonight, said Newman. 'That's a comfort. 'Stop! cried Miss La Creevy, 'she should have left there, weeks ago. If we had known of this, rejoined Newman. 'But we didn't. Nobody could properly interfere but her mother or brother. The mother's weak poor thing weak. The dear young man will be here tonight. 'Heart alive! cried Miss La Creevy.
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