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633 dropped upon a chair, and burst into a fit of crying. ‘What is the matter?’ exclaimed Nicholas, running to support her. ‘It’s so like Pyke,’ cried Mrs Nickleby; ‘so exactly like Pyke. Oh! don’t speak to me--I shall be better presently.’ And after exhibiting every symptom of slow suffocation in all its stages, and drinking about a tea-spoonful of water from a full tumbler, and spilling the remainder, Mrs Nickleby was better, and remarked, with a feeble smile, that she was very foolish, she knew. ‘It’s a weakness in our family,’ said Mrs Nickleby, ‘so, of course, I can’t be blamed for it. Your grandmama, Kate, was exactly the same--precisely. The least excitement, the slightest surprise--she fainted away directly. I have heard her say, often and often, that when she was a young lady, and before she was married, she was turning a corner into Oxford Street one day, when she ran against her own hairdresser, who, it seems, was escaping from a bear;-- the mere suddenness of the encounter made her faint away directly. Wait, though,’ added Mrs Nickleby, pausing to consider. ‘Let me be sure I’m right. Was it her hairdresser who had escaped from a bear, or was it a bear who had escaped from her hairdresser’s? I declare I can’t remember just now, but the hairdresser was a very handsome man, I know, and quite a gentleman in his manners; so that it has nothing to do with the point of the story.’ Mrs Nickleby having fallen imperceptibly into one of her retrospective moods, improved in temper from that moment, and glided, by an easy change of the conversation occasionally, into various other anecdotes, no less remarkable for their strict application to the subject in hand. |
