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31 render it impossible for anybody to determine where or at what he was looking, were two among the numerous peculiarities of Mr Noggs, which struck an inexperienced observer at first sight. ‘I am going to the London Tavern this morning,’ said Mr Nickleby. ‘Public meeting?’ inquired Noggs. Mr Nickleby nodded. ‘I expect a letter from the solicitor respecting that mortgage of Ruddle’s. If it comes at all, it will be here by the two o’clock delivery. I shall leave the city about that time and walk to Charing Cross on the left-hand side of the way; if there are any letters, come and meet me, and bring them with you.’ Noggs nodded; and as he nodded, there came a ring at the office bell. The master looked up from his papers, and the clerk calmly remained in a stationary position. ‘The bell,’ said Noggs, as though in explanation. ‘At home?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘To anybody?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘To the tax-gatherer?’ ‘No! Let him call again.’ Noggs gave vent to his usual grunt, as much as to say ‘I thought so!’ and, the ring being repeated, went to the door, whence he presently returned, ushering in, by the name of Mr Bonney, a pale gentleman in a violent hurry, who, with his hair standing up in great disorder all over his head, and a very narrow white cravat tied loosely round his throat, looked as if he had been knocked up in the night and had not dressed himself since. ‘My dear Nickleby,’ said the gentleman, taking off a white hat |
