'He was a desperate fellow that night though, was he not, Mrs Browdie?'
said Nicholas. 'Quite a monster!'
'If you had only heard him as we were going home, Mr Nickleby, you'd
have said so indeed,' returned the bride. 'I never was so frightened in
all my life.'
'Coom, coom,' said John, with a broad grin; 'thou know'st betther than
thot, Tilly.'
'So I was,' replied Mrs Browdie. 'I almost made up my mind never to
speak to you again.'
'A'most!' said John, with a broader grin than the last. 'A'most made up
her mind! And she wur coaxin', and coaxin', and wheedlin', and wheedlin'
a' the blessed wa'. "Wa'at didst thou let yon chap mak' oop tiv'ee for?"
says I. "I deedn't, John," says she, a squeedgin my arm. "You deedn't?"
says I. "Noa," says she, a squeedgin of me agean.'
'Lor, John!' interposed his pretty wife, colouring very much. 'How can
you talk such nonsense? As if I should have dreamt of such a thing!'
'I dinnot know whether thou'd ever dreamt of it, though I think that's
loike eneaf, mind,' retorted John; 'but thou didst it. "Ye're a feeckle,
changeable weathercock, lass," says I.
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