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566 that circumstances had occurred which rendered it necessary for him to repair to London immediately. ‘So goodbye,’ said Nicholas; ‘goodbye, goodbye.’ He was half-way downstairs before Mr Crummles had sufficiently recovered his surprise to gasp out something about the posters. ‘I can’t help it,’ replied Nicholas. ‘Set whatever I may have earned this week against them, or if that will not repay you, say at once what will. Quick, quick.’ ‘We’ll cry quits about that,’ returned Crummles. ‘But can’t we have one last night more?’ ‘Not an hour--not a minute,’ replied Nicholas, impatiently. ‘Won’t you stop to say something to Mrs Crummles?’ asked the manager, following him down to the door. ‘I couldn’t stop if it were to prolong my life a score of years,’ rejoined Nicholas. ‘Here, take my hand, and with it my hearty thanks.--Oh! that I should have been fooling here!’ Accompanying these words with an impatient stamp upon the ground, he tore himself from the manager’s detaining grasp, and darting rapidly down the street was out of sight in an instant. ‘Dear me, dear me,’ said Mr Crummles, looking wistfully towards the point at which he had just disappeared; ‘if he only acted like that, what a deal of money he’d draw! He should have kept upon this circuit; he’d have been very useful to me. But he don’t know what’s good for him. He is an impetuous youth. Young men are rash, very rash.’ Mr Crummles being in a moralising mood, might possibly have moralised for some minutes longer if he had not mechanically put his hand towards his waistcoat pocket, where he was accustomed |
