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442 of the forthcoming bespeak, of which they were to have two-thirds of the profits by solemn treaty of agreement. At the stipulated hour next morning, Nicholas repaired to the lodgings of Miss Snevellicci, which were in a place called Lombard Street, at the house of a tailor. A strong smell of ironing pervaded the little passage; and the tailor’s daughter, who opened the door, appeared in that flutter of spirits which is so often attendant upon the periodical getting up of a family’s linen. ‘Miss Snevellicci lives here, I believe?’ said Nicholas, when the door was opened. The tailor’s daughter replied in the affirmative. ‘Will you have the goodness to let her know that Mr Johnson is here?’ said Nicholas. ‘Oh, if you please, you’re to come upstairs,’ replied the tailor’s daughter, with a smile. Nicholas followed the young lady, and was shown into a small apartment on the first floor, communicating with a back-room; in which, as he judged from a certain half-subdued clinking sound, as of cups and saucers, Miss Snevellicci was then taking her breakfast in bed. ‘You’re to wait, if you please,’ said the tailor’s daughter, after a short period of absence, during which the clinking in the back- room had ceased, and been succeeded by whispering--‘She won’t be long.’ As she spoke, she pulled up the window-blind, and having by this means (as she thought) diverted Mr Johnson’s attention from the room to the street, caught up some articles which were airing on the fender, and had very much the appearance of stockings, and darted off. |
