'He'll be in luck, he will.'
'You see, Mr Nickleby,' said his wife, 'that it was in consequence of
her being here, that John wrote to you and fixed tonight, because we
thought that it wouldn't be pleasant for you to meet, after what has
passed.'
'Unquestionably. You were quite right in that,' said Nicholas,
interrupting.
'Especially,' observed Mrs Browdie, looking very sly, 'after what we
know about past and gone love matters.'
'We know, indeed!' said Nicholas, shaking his head. 'You behaved rather
wickedly there, I suspect.'
'O' course she did,' said John Browdie, passing his huge forefinger
through one of his wife's pretty ringlets, and looking very proud of
her. 'She wur always as skittish and full o' tricks as a--'
'Well, as a what?' said his wife.
'As a woman,' returned John. 'Ding! But I dinnot know ought else that
cooms near it.'
'You were speaking about Miss Squeers,' said Nicholas, with the view of
stopping some slight connubialities which had begun to pass between Mr
and Mrs Browdie, and which rendered the position of a third party in
some degree embarrassing, as occasioning him to feel rather in the way
than otherwise.
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