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737 arms. ‘It’s all right,’ whispered Newman. ‘Sit down. Sit down, there’s a dear young man, and let me tell you all about it.’ Nicholas needed no second invitation, and eagerly inquired what was the news. ‘There’s a great deal of news,’ said Newman, in a flutter of exultation. ‘It’s all right. Don’t be anxious. I don’t know where to begin. Never mind that. Keep up your spirits. It’s all right.’ ‘Well?’ said Nicholas eagerly. ‘Yes?’ ‘Yes,’ replied Newman. ‘That’s it.’ ‘What’s it?’ said Nicholas. ‘The name--the name, my dear fellow!’ ‘The name’s Bobster,’ replied Newman. ‘Bobster!’ repeated Nicholas, indignantly. ‘That’s the name,’ said Newman. ‘I remember it by lobster.’ ‘Bobster!’ repeated Nicholas, more emphatically than before. ‘That must be the servant’s name.’ ‘No, it an’t,’ said Newman, shaking his head with great positiveness. ‘Miss Cecilia Bobster.’ ‘Cecilia, eh?’ returned Nicholas, muttering the two names together over and over again in every variety of tone, to try the effect. ‘Well, Cecilia is a pretty name.’ ‘Very. And a pretty creature too,’ said Newman. ‘Who?’ said Nicholas. ‘Miss Bobster.’ ‘Why, where have you seen her?’ demanded Nicholas. ‘Never mind, my dear boy,’ retorted Noggs, clapping him on the shoulder. ‘I have seen her. You shall see her. I’ve managed it all.’ ‘My dear Newman,’ cried Nicholas, grasping his hand, ‘are you |
