One more look--one little look--at that sweet face. Ah!
here it is. Unmoved, unchanged!' This, by the way, was a very
remarkable circumstance, miniatures being liable to so many changes of
expression--'Oh, Pluck! Pluck!'
Mr Pluck made no other reply than kissing Mrs Nickleby's hand with a
great show of feeling and attachment; Mr Pyke having done the same, both
gentlemen hastily withdrew.
Mrs Nickleby was commonly in the habit of giving herself credit for a
pretty tolerable share of penetration and acuteness, but she had never
felt so satisfied with her own sharp-sightedness as she did that day.
She had found it all out the night before. She had never seen Sir
Mulberry and Kate together--never even heard Sir Mulberry's name--and
yet hadn't she said to herself from the very first, that she saw how the
case stood? and what a triumph it was, for there was now no doubt
about it. If these flattering attentions to herself were not sufficient
proofs, Sir Mulberry's confidential friend had suffered the secret
to escape him in so many words. 'I am quite in love with that dear Mr
Pluck, I declare I am,' said Mrs Nickleby.
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