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599 soothingly. ‘Nicholas--dear Nicholas--how can you give way thus?’ ‘It is such bitter reproach to me to know what you have undergone,’ returned her brother; ‘to see you so much altered, and yet so kind and patient--God!’ cried Nicholas, clenching his fist and suddenly changing his tone and manner, ‘it sets my whole blood on fire again. You must leave here with me directly; you should not have slept here last night, but that I knew all this too late. To whom can I speak, before we drive away?’ This question was most opportunely put, for at that instant Mr Wititterly walked in, and to him Kate introduced her brother, who at once announced his purpose, and the impossibility of deferring it. ‘The quarter’s notice,’ said Mr Wititterly, with the gravity of a man on the right side, ‘is not yet half expired. Therefore--’ ‘Therefore,’ interposed Nicholas, ‘the quarter’s salary must be lost, sir. You will excuse this extreme haste, but circumstances require that I should immediately remove my sister, and I have not a moment’s time to lose. Whatever she brought here I will send for, if you will allow me, in the course of the day.’ Mr Wititterly bowed, but offered no opposition to Kate’s immediate departure; with which, indeed, he was rather gratified than otherwise, Sir Tumley Snuffim having given it as his opinion, that she rather disagreed with Mrs Wititterly’s constitution. ‘With regard to the trifle of salary that is due,’ said Mr Wititterly, ‘I will’--here he was interrupted by a violent fit of coughing--‘I will--owe it to Miss Nickleby.’ Mr Wititterly, it should be observed, was accustomed to owe small accounts, and to leave them owing. All men have some little |
