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538 the ceiling, nor altered the expression of his face in the slightest degree. ‘Do you know the contents of this note, sir?’ he asked, at length. ‘Yes,’ rejoined Mr Folair, looking round for an instant, and immediately carrying his eyes back again to the ceiling. ‘And how dare you bring it here, sir?’ asked Nicholas, tearing it into very little pieces, and jerking it in a shower towards the messenger. ‘Had you no fear of being kicked downstairs, sir?’ Mr Folair turned his head--now ornamented with several fragments of the note--towards Nicholas, and with the same imperturbable dignity, briefly replied ‘No.’ ‘Then,’ said Nicholas, taking up the tall hat and tossing it towards the door, ‘you had better follow that article of your dress, sir, or you may find yourself very disagreeably deceived, and that within a dozen seconds.’ ‘I say, Johnson,’ remonstrated Mr Folair, suddenly losing all his dignity, ‘none of that, you know. No tricks with a gentleman’s wardrobe.’ ‘Leave the room,’ returned Nicholas. ‘How could you presume to come here on such an errand, you scoundrel?’ ‘Pooh! pooh!’ said Mr Folair, unwinding his comforter, and gradually getting himself out of it. ‘There--that’s enough.’ ‘Enough!’ cried Nicholas, advancing towards him. ‘Take yourself off, sir.’ ‘Pooh! pooh! I tell you,’ returned Mr Folair, waving his hand in deprecation of any further wrath; ‘I wasn’t in earnest. I only brought it in joke.’ ‘You had better be careful how you indulge in such jokes again,’ said Nicholas, ‘or you may find an allusion to pulling noses rather |
