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592 to help him on with his greatcoat. The man did so, and held the door open. ‘Don’t wait,’ said Sir Mulberry; and they were alone again. Sir Mulberry took several turns up and down the room, whistling carelessly all the time; stopped to finish the last glass of claret which he had poured out a few minutes before, walked again, put on his hat, adjusted it by the glass, drew on his gloves, and, at last, walked slowly out. Nicholas, who had been fuming and chafing until he was nearly wild, darted from his seat, and followed him: so closely, that before the door had swung upon its hinges after Sir Mulberry’s passing out, they stood side by side in the street together. There was a private cabriolet in waiting; the groom opened the apron, and jumped out to the horse’s head. ‘Will you make yourself known to me?’ asked Nicholas in a suppressed voice. ‘No,’ replied the other fiercely, and confirming the refusal with an oath. ‘No.’ ‘If you trust to your horse’s speed, you will find yourself mistaken,’ said Nicholas. ‘I will accompany you. By Heaven I will, if I hang on to the foot-board.’ ‘You shall be horsewhipped if you do,’ returned Sir Mulberry. ‘You are a villain,’ said Nicholas. ‘You are an errand-boy for aught I know,’ said Sir Mulberry Hawk. ‘I am the son of a country gentleman,’ returned Nicholas, ‘your equal in birth and education, and your superior I trust in everything besides. I tell you again, Miss Nickleby is my sister. Will you or will you not answer for your unmanly and brutal |
