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901 disposed to be argumentative on the previous question, forgot all about it in a gush of supposes about the coach she had come by; supposing that the man who drove must have been either the man in the shirt-sleeves or the man with the black eye; that whoever he was, he hadn’t found that parasol she left inside last week; that no doubt they had stopped a long while at the Halfway House, coming down; or that perhaps being full, they had come straight on; and, lastly, that they, surely, must have passed Nicholas on the road. ‘I saw nothing of him,’ answered Miss La Creevy; ‘but I saw that dear old soul Mr Linkinwater.’ ‘Taking his evening walk, and coming on to rest here, before he turns back to the city, I’ll be bound!’ said Mrs Nickleby. ‘I should think he was,’ returned Miss La Creevy; ‘especially as young Mr Cheeryble was with him.’ ‘Surely that is no reason why Mr Linkinwater should be coming here,’ said Kate. ‘Why I think it is, my dear,’ said Miss La Creevy. ‘For a young man, Mr Frank is not a very great walker; and I observe that he generally falls tired, and requires a good long rest, when he has come as far as this. But where is my friend?’ said the little woman, looking about, after having glanced slyly at Kate. ‘He has not been run away with again, has he?’ ‘Ah! where is Mr Smike?’ said Mrs Nickleby; ‘he was here this instant.’ Upon further inquiry, it turned out, to the good lady’s unbounded astonishment, that Smike had, that moment, gone upstairs to bed. ‘Well now,’ said Mrs Nickleby, ‘he is the strangest creature! Last Tuesday--was it Tuesday? Yes, to be sure it was; you recollect, Kate, my dear, the very last time young Mr Cheeryble |
