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171 would have been worth a small annuity to have beheld that; let alone Miss Price’s evident joy at making them jealous, and Nicholas Nickleby’s happy unconsciousness of making anybody uncomfortable. ‘We have all the talking to ourselves, it seems,’ said Nicholas, looking good-humouredly round the table as he took up the cards for a fresh deal. ‘You do it so well,’ tittered Miss Squeers, ‘that it would be a pity to interrupt, wouldn’t it, Mr Browdie? He! he! he!’ ‘Nay,’ said Nicholas, ‘we do it in default of having anybody else to talk to.’ ‘We’ll talk to you, you know, if you’ll say anything,’ said Miss Price. ‘Thank you, ’Tilda, dear,’ retorted Miss Squeers, majestically. ‘Or you can talk to each other, if you don’t choose to talk to us,’ said Miss Price, rallying her dear friend. ‘John, why don’t you say something?’ ‘Say summat?’ repeated the Yorkshireman. ‘Ay, and not sit there so silent and glum.’ ‘Weel, then!’ said the Yorkshireman, striking the table heavily with his fist, ‘what I say’s this--Dang my boans and boddy, if I stan’ this ony longer. Do ye gang whoam wi’ me, and do yon loight an’ toight young whipster look sharp out for a brokken head, next time he cums under my hond.’ ‘Mercy on us, what’s all this?’ cried Miss Price, in affected astonishment. ‘Cum whoam, tell ’e, cum whoam,’ replied the Yorkshireman, sternly. And as he delivered the reply, Miss Squeers burst into a shower of tears; arising in part from desperate vexation, and in |
