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733 ‘Who?’ returned Tim Linkinwater. ‘Who!’ repeated Nicholas. ‘The young lady.’ ‘What do you make, Mr Nickleby,’ said Tim, taking his pen out of his mouth, ‘what do you make of four hundred and twenty- seven times three thousand two hundred and thirty-eight?’ ‘Nay,’ returned Nicholas, ‘what do you make of my question first? I asked you--’ ‘About the young lady,’ said Tim Linkinwater, putting on his spectacles. ‘To be sure. Yes. Oh! she’s very well.’ ‘Very well, is she?’ returned Nicholas. ‘Very well,’ replied Mr Linkinwater, gravely. ‘Will she be able to go home today?’ asked Nicholas. ‘She’s gone,’ said Tim. ‘Gone!’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I hope she has not far to go?’ said Nicholas, looking earnestly at the other. ‘Ay,’ replied the immovable Tim, ‘I hope she hasn’t.’ Nicholas hazarded one or two further remarks, but it was evident that Tim Linkinwater had his own reasons for evading the subject, and that he was determined to afford no further information respecting the fair unknown, who had awakened so much curiosity in the breast of his young friend. Nothing daunted by this repulse, Nicholas returned to the charge next day, emboldened by the circumstance of Mr Linkinwater being in a very talkative and communicative mood; but, directly he resumed the theme, Tim relapsed into a state of most provoking taciturnity, and from answering in monosyllables, came to returning no answers at all, save such as were to be inferred from several grave |
