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946 ‘I saw Bray again this morning, and proposed the day after tomorrow (as you suggested) for the marriage. There is no objection on his part, and all days are alike to his daughter. We will go together, and you must be with me by seven in the morning. I need not tell you to be punctual. ‘Make no further visits to the girl in the meantime. You have been there, of late, much oftener than you should. She does not languish for you, and it might have been dangerous. Restrain your youthful ardour for eight-and-forty hours, and leave her to the father. You only undo what he does, and does well. ‘Yours, ‘RALPH NICKLEBY.’ A footstep was heard without. Newman dropped the letter on the same spot again, pressed it with his foot to prevent its fluttering away, regained his seat in a single stride, and looked as vacant and unconscious as ever mortal looked. Arthur Gride, after peering nervously about him, spied it on the ground, picked it up, and sitting down to write, glanced at Newman Noggs, who was staring at the wall with an intensity so remarkable, that Arthur was quite alarmed. ‘Do you see anything particular, Mr Noggs?’ said Arthur, trying to follow the direction of Newman’s eyes--which was an impossibility, and a thing no man had ever done. ‘Only a cobweb,’ replied Newman. ‘Oh! is that all?’ ‘No,’ said Newman. ‘There’s a fly in it.’ ‘There are a good many cobwebs here,’ observed Arthur Gride. ‘So there are in our place,’ returned Newman; ‘and flies too.’ |
