But, although she was in no small degree delighted by
this discovery, which reflected so much credit on her own quickness of
perception, it did not lessen her motherly anxiety in Kate's behalf; and
accordingly, with a vast quantity of trepidation, she quitted her own
box to hasten into that of Mrs Wititterly. Mrs Wititterly, keenly
alive to the glory of having a lord and a baronet among her visiting
acquaintance, lost no time in signing to Mr Wititterly to open the door,
and thus it was that in less than thirty seconds Mrs Nickleby's party
had made an irruption into Mrs Wititterly's box, which it filled to the
very door, there being in fact only room for Messrs Pyke and Pluck to
get in their heads and waistcoats.
'My dear Kate,' said Mrs Nickleby, kissing her daughter affectionately.
'How ill you looked a moment ago! You quite frightened me, I declare!'
'It was mere fancy, mama,--the--the--reflection of the lights perhaps,'
replied Kate, glancing nervously round, and finding it impossible to
whisper any caution or explanation.
'Don't you see Sir Mulberry Hawk, my dear?'
Kate bowed slightly, and biting her lip turned her head towards the
stage.
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