'I neyver heard such an insufferable riot.
Croak, croak, croak. Bow, wow, wow. What has it all been about?'
'Sir Mulberry has been angry, my Lord,' said Ralph, looking towards the
couch.
'Not about money, I hope? Nothing has gone wrong in business, has it,
Nickleby?'
'No, my Lord, no,' returned Ralph. 'On that point we always agree. Sir
Mulberry has been calling to mind the cause of--'
There was neither necessity nor opportunity for Ralph to proceed; for
Sir Mulberry took up the theme, and vented his threats and oaths against
Nicholas, almost as ferociously as before.
Ralph, who was no common observer, was surprised to see that as this
tirade proceeded, the manner of Lord Frederick Verisopht, who at the
commencement had been twirling his whiskers with a most dandified
and listless air, underwent a complete alteration. He was still more
surprised when, Sir Mulberry ceasing to speak, the young lord angrily,
and almost unaffectedly, requested never to have the subject renewed in
his presence.
'Mind that, Hawk!' he added, with unusual energy. 'I never will be a
party to, or permit, if I can help it, a cowardly attack upon this young
fellow.
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