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307 ‘Very little indeed,’ replied Madame. ‘We must have some more,’ said Mantalini; ‘we must have some discount out of old Nickleby to carry on the war with, demmit.’ ‘You can’t want any more just now,’ said Madame coaxingly. ‘My life and soul,’ returned her husband, ‘there is a horse for sale at Scrubbs’s, which it would be a sin and a crime to lose-- going, my senses’ joy, for nothing.’ ‘For nothing,’ cried Madame, ‘I am glad of that.’ ‘For actually nothing,’ replied Mantalini. ‘A hundred guineas down will buy him; mane, and crest, and legs, and tail, all of the demdest beauty. I will ride him in the park before the very chariots of the rejected countesses. The demd old dowager will faint with grief and rage; the other two will say “He is married, he has made away with himself, it is a demd thing, it is all up!” They will hate each other demnebly, and wish you dead and buried. Ha! ha! Demmit.’ Madame Mantalini’s prudence, if she had any, was not proof against these triumphal pictures; after a little jingling of keys, she observed that she would see what her desk contained, and rising for that purpose, opened the folding-door, and walked into the room where Kate was seated. ‘Dear me, child!’ exclaimed Madame Mantalini, recoiling in surprise. ‘How came you here?’ ‘Child!’ cried Mantalini, hurrying in. ‘How came--eh!--oh-- demmit, how d’ye do?’ ‘I have been waiting, here some time, ma’am,’ said Kate, addressing Madame Mantalini. ‘The servant must have forgotten to let you know that I was here, I think.’ ‘You really must see to that man,’ said Madame, turning to her |
