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501 hustle caused by a party entering the next box seemed to attract the attention of all four gentlemen, who exchanged glances of much meaning. The new party beginning to converse together, Sir Mulberry suddenly assumed the character of a most attentive listener, and implored his friends not to breathe--not to breathe. ‘Why not?’ said Mrs Nickleby. ‘What is the matter?’ ‘Hush!’ replied Sir Mulberry, laying his hand on her arm. ‘Lord Frederick, do you recognise the tones of that voice?’ ‘Deyvle take me if I didn’t think it was the voice of Miss Nickleby.’ ‘Lor, my lord!’ cried Miss Nickleby’s mama, thrusting her head round the curtain. ‘Why actually--Kate, my dear, Kate.’ ‘You here, mama! Is it possible!’ ‘Possible, my dear? Yes.’ ‘Why who--who on earth is that you have with you, mama?’ said Kate, shrinking back as she caught sight of a man smiling and kissing his hand. ‘Who do you suppose, my dear?’ replied Mrs Nickleby, bending towards Mrs Wititterly, and speaking a little louder for that lady’s edification. ‘There’s Mr Pyke, Mr Pluck, Sir Mulberry Hawk, and Lord Frederick Verisopht.’ ‘Gracious Heaven!’ thought Kate hurriedly. ‘How comes she in such society?’ Now, Kate thought thus so hurriedly, and the surprise was so great, and moreover brought back so forcibly the recollection of what had passed at Ralph’s delectable dinner, that she turned extremely pale and appeared greatly agitated, which symptoms being observed by Mrs Nickleby, were at once set down by that acute lady as being caused and occasioned by violent love. But, |
