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170 you, dear?’ said Miss Squeers, maliciously. ‘Only a dozen and eight, love,’ replied Miss Price, affecting to take the question in a literal sense. ‘How dull you are tonight!’ sneered Miss Squeers. ‘No, indeed,’ replied Miss Price, ‘I am in excellent spirits. I was thinking you seemed out of sorts.’ ‘Me!’ cried Miss Squeers, biting her lips, and trembling with very jealousy. ‘Oh no!’ ‘That’s well,’ remarked Miss Price. ‘Your hair’s coming out of curl, dear.’ ‘Never mind me,’ tittered Miss Squeers; ‘you had better attend to your partner.’ ‘Thank you for reminding her,’ said Nicholas. ‘So she had.’ The Yorkshireman flattened his nose, once or twice, with his clenched fist, as if to keep his hand in, till he had an opportunity of exercising it upon the features of some other gentleman; and Miss Squeers tossed her head with such indignation, that the gust of wind raised by the multitudinous curls in motion, nearly blew the candle out. ‘I never had such luck, really,’ exclaimed coquettish Miss Price, after another hand or two. ‘It’s all along of you, Mr Nickleby, I think. I should like to have you for a partner always.’ ‘I wish you had.’ ‘You’ll have a bad wife, though, if you always win at cards,’ said Miss Price. ‘Not if your wish is gratified,’ replied Nicholas. ‘I am sure I shall have a good one in that case.’ To see how Miss Squeers tossed her head, and the corn-factor flattened his nose, while this conversation was carrying on! It |
