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The two heroes are Ralph Nickleby and his nephew Nicholas. They stand forth, almost from the beginning, as antagonists, in battle array the one against the other; and the story is, in the main, a history of the campaigns between them cunning and greed being mustered on the one side, and young, generous courage on the other.
'I don't know what to think, one way or other, my dear, said Mrs Nickleby; 'Nicholas is so violent, and your uncle has so much composure, that I can only hear what he says, and not what Nicholas does. Never mind, don't let us talk any more about it.
It was soon apparent that he considered Nickleby an impostor whose motives were not to be computed by a self-respecting comptometer. "Nickleby is a scamp and I might even qualify the statement, sir, by addition of the word, 'damnable. There you have my opinion, sum total, and one of these new adding machines cannot give it to you more quickly or accurately."
But first a word as to the circumstances under which the book was published. Casting about, after the conclusion of "Nicholas Nickleby," for further literary ventures, Dickens came to the conclusion that the public must be getting tired of his stories in monthly parts.
Nicholas Nickleby is a colourless sort of young man in the illustrations, but then he is not very vividly presented in the text. Ralph Nickleby and Arthur Gride may pair off with Jonas Chuzzlewit, but who can disparage the immortal Mr. Squeers? From the first moment when we see him at his inn, with the starveling little boys, through all the story, Mr. Squeers is consistently exquisite.
So may each year be happier than the last, and not the meanest of our brethren or sisterhood debarred their rightful share in what our great Creator formed them to enjoy.” My father at his work.—Rooms in which he wrote.—Love for his child characters.—Genius for character drawing.—Nicholas Nickleby.—His writing hours.—His only amanuensis.—“Pickwick” and “Boz.”—Death of Mr. Thackeray.
'As a bait for you, repeated his friend; 'old Nickleby told me so himself. 'What a fine old cock it is! exclaimed Lord Verisopht; 'a noble rascal! 'Yes, said Sir Mulberry, 'he knew she was a smart little creature 'Smart! interposed the young lord. 'Upon my soul, Hawk, she's a perfect beauty a a picture, a statue, a a upon my soul she is!
'You are a villain, said Nicholas. 'You are an errand-boy for aught I know, said Sir Mulberry Hawk. 'I am the son of a country gentleman, returned Nicholas, 'your equal in birth and education, and your superior I trust in everything besides. I tell you again, Miss Nickleby is my sister. Will you or will you not answer for your unmanly and brutal conduct? 'To a proper champion yes.
Once or twice she almost resolved to walk straight to 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 am afraid too much beneath Sir Mulberry's station for us to make a companion of.
'I don't forget you, my soul, and never shall, and never can, said Mantalini, kissing his wife's hand, and grimacing aside, to Miss Nickleby, who turned away. Appeased by this compliment, the lady of the business took some papers from her desk which she handed over to Mr Mantalini, who received them with great delight.
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