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660 ‘The message relates to family matters,’ said Nicholas, hesitating. ‘Oh, never mind,’ said Kenwigs, glancing at Mr Lumbey, who, having rashly taken charge of little Lillyvick, found nobody disposed to relieve him of his precious burden. ‘All friends here.’ Nicholas hemmed once or twice, and seemed to have some difficulty in proceeding. ‘At Portsmouth, Henrietta Petowker is,’ observed Mr Kenwigs. ‘Yes,’ said Nicholas, ‘Mr Lillyvick is there.’ Mr Kenwigs turned pale, but he recovered, and said, THAT was an odd coincidence also. ‘The message is from him,’ said Nicholas. Mr Kenwigs appeared to revive. He knew that his niece was in a delicate state, and had, no doubt, sent word that they were to forward full particulars. Yes. That was very kind of him; so like him too! ‘He desired me to give his kindest love,’ said Nicholas. ‘Very much obliged to him, I’m sure. Your great-uncle, Lillyvick, my dears!’ interposed Mr Kenwigs, condescendingly explaining it to the children. ‘His kindest love,’ resumed Nicholas; ‘and to say that he had no time to write, but that he was married to Miss Petowker.’ Mr Kenwigs started from his seat with a petrified stare, caught his second daughter by her flaxen tail, and covered his face with his pocket-handkerchief. Morleena fell, all stiff and rigid, into the baby’s chair, as she had seen her mother fall when she fainted away, and the two remaining little Kenwigses shrieked in affright. ‘My children, my defrauded, swindled infants!’ cried Mr Kenwigs, pulling so hard, in his vehemence, at the flaxen tail of his second daughter, that he lifted her up on tiptoe, and kept her, for |
