'
'About Miss Nickleby--' said Newman.
'Why, she was here twice while I was away,' returned Miss La Creevy. 'I
was afraid she mightn't like to have me calling on her among those great
folks in what's-its-name Place, so I thought I'd wait a day or two, and
if I didn't see her, write.'
'Ah!' exclaimed Newman, cracking his fingers.
'However, I want to hear all the news about them from you,' said Miss La
Creevy. 'How is the old rough and tough monster of Golden Square? Well,
of course; such people always are. I don't mean how is he in health, but
how is he going on: how is he behaving himself?'
'Damn him!' cried Newman, dashing his cherished hat on the floor; 'like
a false hound.'
'Gracious, Mr Noggs, you quite terrify me!' exclaimed Miss La Creevy,
turning pale.
'I should have spoilt his features yesterday afternoon if I could have
afforded it,' said Newman, moving restlessly about, and shaking his fist
at a portrait of Mr Canning over the mantelpiece. 'I was very near it.
I was obliged to put my hands in my pockets, and keep 'em there very
tight. I shall do it some day in that little back-parlour, I know I
shall.
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