书城公版NICHOLAS NICKLEBY
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Of the proceedings of Nicholas, and certain internal divisions in the company of Mr Vincent Crummles T HE UNEXPECTED success and favour with which his experiment at Portsmouth had been received, induced Mr Crummles to prolong his stay in that town for a fortnight beyond the period he had originally assigned for the duration of his visit, during which time Nicholas personated a vast variety of characters with undiminished success, and attracted so many people to the theatre who had never been seen there before, that a benefit was considered by the manager a very promising speculation. Nicholas assenting to the terms proposed, the benefit was had, and by it he realised no less a sum than twenty pounds.

Possessed of this unexpected wealth, his first act was to enclose to honest John Browdie the amount of his friendly loan, which he accompanied with many expressions of gratitude and esteem, and many cordial wishes for his matrimonial happiness. To Newman Noggs he forwarded one half of the sum he had realised, entreating him to take an opportunity of handing it to Kate in secret, and conveying to her the warmest assurances of his love and affection. He made no mention of the way in which he had employed himself; merely informing Newman that a letter addressed to him under his assumed name at the Post Office, Portsmouth, would readily find him, and entreating that worthy friend to write full particulars of the situation of his mother and sister, and an account of all the grand things that Ralph Nickleby had done for them since his departure from London.

`You are out of spirits,' said Smike, on the night after the letter had been dispatched.

`Not I!' rejoined Nicholas, with assumed gaiety, for the confession would have made the boy miserable all night; `I was thinking about my sister, Smike.'

`Sister!'

`Ay.'

`Is she like you?' inquired Smike.

`Why, so they say,' replied Nicholas, laughing, `only a great deal handsomer.'

`She must be very beautiful,' said Smike, after thinking a little while with his hands folded together, and his eyes bent upon his friend.

`Anybody who didn't know you as well as I do, my dear fellow, would say you were an accomplished courtier,' said Nicholas.

`I don't even know what that is,' replied Smike, shaking his head. `Shall I ever see your sister?'

`To be sure,' cried Nicholas; `we shall all be together one of these days--when we are rich, Smike.'

`How is it that you, who are so kind and good to me, have nobody to be kind to you?' asked Smike. `I cannot make that out.'

`Why, it is a long story,' replied Nicholas, `and one you would have some difficulty in comprehending, I fear. I have an enemy--you understand what that is?'

`Oh, yes, I understand that,' said Smike.

`Well, it is owing to him,' returned Nicholas. `He is rich, and not so easily punished as your old enemy, Mr Squeers. He is my uncle, but he is a villain, and has done me wrong.'

`Has he though?' asked Smike, bending eagerly forward. `What is his name? Tell me his name.'

`Ralph--Ralph Nickleby.'

`Ralph Nickleby,' repeated Smike. `Ralph. I'll get that name by heart.'

He had muttered it over to himself some twenty times, when a loud knock at the door disturbed him from his occupation. Before he could open it, Mr Folair, the pantomimist, thrust in his head.

Mr Folair's head was usually decorated with a very round hat, unusually high in the crown, and curled up quite tight in the brims. On the present occasion he wore it very much on one side, with the back part forward in consequence of its being the least rusty; round his neck he wore a flaming red worsted comforter, whereof the straggling ends peeped out beneath his threadbare Newmarket coat, which was very tight and buttoned all the way up. He carried in his hand one very dirty glove, and a cheap dress cane with a glass handle; in short, his whole appearance was unusually dashing, and demonstrated a far more scrupulous attention to his toilet than he was in the habit of bestowing upon it.

`Good-evening, sir,' said Mr Folair, taking off the tall hat, and running his fingers through his hair. `I bring a communication. Hem!'

`From whom and what about?' inquired Nicholas. `You are unusually mysterious tonight.'

`Cold, perhaps,' returned Mr Folair; `cold, perhaps. That is the fault of my position--not of myself, Mr Johnson. My position as a mutual friend requires it, sir.' Mr Folair paused with a most impressive look, and diving into the hat before noticed, drew from thence a small piece of whity-brown paper curiously folded, whence he brought forth a note which it had served to keep clean, and handing it over to Nicholas, said--`Have the goodness to read that, sir.'

Nicholas, in a state of much amazement, took the note and broke the seal, glancing at Mr Folair as he did so, who, knitting his brow and pursing up his mouth with great dignity, was sitting with his eyes steadily fixed upon the ceiling.

It was directed to blank Johnson, Esq., by favour of Augustus Folair, Esq.; and the astonishment of Nicholas was in no degree lessened, when he found it to be couched in the following laconic terms--Mr Lenville presents his kind regards to Mr Johnson, and will feel obliged if he will inform him at what hour tomorrow morning it will be most convenient to him to meet Mr L. at the Theatre, for the purpose of having his nose pulled in the presence of the company.

Mr Lenville requests Mr Johnson not to neglect ****** an appointment, as he has invited two or three professional friends to witness the ceremony, and cannot disappoint them upon any account whatever. Portsmouth, Tuesday night.

Indignant as he was at this impertinence, there was something so exquisitely absurd in such a cartel of defiance, that Nicholas was obliged to bite his lip and read the note over two or three times before he could muster sufficient gravity and sternness to address the hostile messenger, who had not taken his eyes from the ceiling, nor altered the expression of his face in the slightest degree.