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to help him on with his greatcoat.
The man did so, and held the door open.
‘Don’t wait,’ said Sir Mulberry; and they were alone again.
Sir Mulberry took several turns up and down the room,
whistling carelessly all the time; stopped to finish the last glass of
claret which he had poured out a few minutes before, walked
again, put on his hat, adjusted it by the glass, drew on his gloves,
and, at last, walked slowly out. Nicholas, who had been fuming
and chafing until he was nearly wild, darted from his seat, and
followed him: so closely, that before the door had swung upon its
hinges after Sir Mulberry’s passing out, they stood side by side in
the street together.
There was a private cabriolet in waiting; the groom opened the
apron, and jumped out to the horse’s head.
‘Will you make yourself known to me?’ asked Nicholas in a
‘No,’ replied the other fiercely, and confirming the refusal with
an oath. ‘No.’
‘If you trust to your horse’s speed, you will find yourself
mistaken,’ said Nicholas. ‘I will accompany you. By Heaven I will,
if I hang on to the foot-board.’
‘You shall be horsewhipped if you do,’ returned Sir Mulberry.
‘You are a villain,’ said Nicholas.
‘You are an errand-boy for aught I know,’ said Sir Mulberry
‘I am the son of a country gentleman,’ returned Nicholas, ‘your
equal in birth and education, and your superior I trust in
everything besides. I tell you again, Miss Nickleby is my sister.
Will you or will you not answer for your unmanly and brutal