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Updated: June 11, 2025
And notwithstanding all the frowns and winks with which Mrs Nickleby intimated that she was going to say something which would clench the business at once, Kate maintained her point by an expressive look, and for once Mrs Nickleby was stopped upon the very brink of an oration. 'What are your accomplishments? asked Mrs Wititterly, with her eyes shut.
'Do you know, my lord, said Mrs Wititterly, after a long silence, 'I find I take so much more interest in his plays, after having been to that dear little dull house he was born in! Were you ever there, my lord? 'No, nayver, replied Verisopht. 'Then really you ought to go, my lord, returned Mrs Wititterly, in very languid and drawling accents.
It was four in the afternoon that is, the vulgar afternoon of the sun and the clock and Mrs Wititterly reclined, according to custom, on the drawing-room sofa, while Kate read aloud a new novel in three volumes, entitled 'The Lady Flabella, which Alphonse the doubtful had procured from the library that very morning.
'Leave the room, Alphonse. The page left it; but if ever an Alphonse carried plain Bill in his face and figure, that page was the boy. 'I have ventured to call, ma'am, said Kate, after a few seconds of awkward silence, 'from having seen your advertisement. 'Yes, replied Mrs Wititterly, 'one of my people put it in the paper Yes.
Kate blushed as she mentioned her principal acquirements, and Mrs Nickleby checked them all off, one by one, on her fingers; having calculated the number before she came out. Luckily the two calculations agreed, so Mrs Nickleby had no excuse for talking. 'You are a good temper? asked Mrs Wititterly, opening her eyes for an instant, and shutting them again. 'I hope so, rejoined Kate.
Mrs Wititterly, keenly alive to the glory of having a lord and a baronet among her visiting acquaintance, lost no time in signing to Mr Wititterly to open the door, and thus it was that in less than thirty seconds Mrs Nickleby's party had made an irruption into Mrs Wititterly's box, which it filled to the very door, there being in fact only room for Messrs Pyke and Pluck to get in their heads and waistcoats.
'It is an honour, indeed! said Mr Wititterly. 'Julia, my soul, you will suffer for this tomorrow. 'Suffer! cried Lord Verisopht. 'The reaction, my lord, the reaction, said Mr Wititterly. 'This violent strain upon the nervous system over, my lord, what ensues? A sinking, a depression, a lowness, a lassitude, a debility.
You must leave here with me directly; you should not have slept here last night, but that I knew all this too late. To whom can I speak, before we drive away? This question was most opportunely put, for at that instant Mr Wititterly walked in, and to him Kate introduced her brother, who at once announced his purpose, and the impossibility of deferring it.
In fact, it was quite a mercy, ma'am, added Mrs Nickleby, in a whisper to Mrs Wititterly, 'that my son didn't turn out to be a Shakespeare, and what a dreadful thing that would have been!
It was to the secret annoyance of his wife that Mr Wititterly said all this, for, although she was bursting with pride and arrogance, she would have had the illustrious guests believe that their visit was quite a common occurrence, and that they had lords and baronets to see them every day in the week. But Mr Wititterly's feelings were beyond the power of suppression.
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