`No matter for that,' said Mrs Squeers; `I see them with right eyes, and that's quite enough for me. I watched him when you were laying on to little Bolder this afternoon. He looked as black as thunder, all the while, and, one time, started up as if he had more than got it in his mind to make a rush at you. I saw him, though he thought I didn't.'
`Never mind that, father,' said Miss Squeers, as the head of the family was about to reply. `Who is the man?'
`Why, your father has got some nonsense in his head that he's the son of a poor gentleman that died the other day,' said Mrs Squeers.
`The son of a gentleman!'
`Yes; but I don't believe a word of it. If he's a gentleman's son at all, he's a fondling, that's my opinion.'
`Mrs Squeers intended to say `foundling,' but, as she frequently remarked when she made any such mistake, it would be all the same a hundred years hence; with which axiom of philosophy, indeed, she was in the constant habit of consoling the boys when they laboured under more than ordinary ill-usage.
`He's nothing of the kind,' said Squeers, in answer to the above remark, `for his father was married to his mother years before he was born, and she is alive now. If he was, it would be no business of ours, for we make a very good friend by having him here; and if he likes to learn the boys anything besides minding them, I have no objection I am sure.'
`I say again, I hate him worse than poison,' said Mrs Squeers vehemently.
`If you dislike him, my dear,' returned Squeers, `I don't know anybody who can show dislike better than you, and of course there's no occasion, with him, to take the trouble to hide it.'
`I don't intend to, I assure you,' interposed Mrs S.
`That's right,' said Squeers; `and if he has a touch of pride about him, as I think he has, I don't believe there's woman in all England that can bring anybody's spirit down, as quick as you can, my love.'
Mrs Squeers chuckled vastly on the receipt of these flattering compliments, and said, she hoped she had tamed a high spirit or two in her day. It is but due to her character to say, that in conjunction with her estimable husband, she had broken many and many a one.
Miss Fanny Squeers carefully treasured up this, and much more conversation on the same subject, until she retired for the night, when she questioned the hungry servant, minutely, regarding the outward appearance and demeanour of Nicholas; to which queries the girl returned such enthusiastic replies, coupled with so many laudatory remarks touching his beautiful dark eyes, and his sweet smile, and his straight legs--upon which last-named articles she laid particular stress; the general run of legs at Dotheboys Hall being crooked--that Miss Squeers was not long in arriving at the conclusion that the new usher must be a very remarkable person, or, as she herself significantly phrased it, `something quite out of the common.' And so Miss Squeers made up her mind that she would take a personal observation of Nicholas the very next day.
In pursuance of this design, the young lady watched the opportunity of her mother being engaged, and her father absent, and went accidentally into the schoolroom to get a pen mended: where, seeing nobody but Nicholas presiding over the boys, she blushed very deeply, and exhibited great confusion.
`I beg your pardon,' faltered Miss Squeers; `I thought my father was--or might be--dear me, how very awkward!'
`Mr Squeers is out,' said Nicholas, by no means overcome by the apparition, unexpected though it was.
`Do you know will he be long, sir?' asked Miss Squeers, with bashful hesitation.
`He said about an hour,' replied Nicholas--politely of course, but without any indication of being stricken to the heart by Miss Squeers's charms.
`I never knew anything happen so cross,' exclaimed the young lady. `Thank you! I am very sorry I intruded, I am sure. If I hadn't thought my father was here, I wouldn't upon any account have--it is very provoking--must look so very strange,' murmured Miss Squeers, blushing once more, and glancing, from the pen in her hand, to Nicholas at his desk, and back again.
`If that is all you want,' said Nicholas, pointing to the pen, and smiling, in spite of himself, at the affected embarrassment of the schoolmaster's daughter, `perhaps I can supply his place.'
Miss Squeers glanced at the door, as if dubious of the propriety of advancing any nearer to an utter stranger; then round the schoolroom, as though in some measure reassured by the presence of forty boys; and finally sidled up to Nicholas and delivered the pen into his hand, with a most winning mixture of reserve and condescension.
`Shall it be a hard or a soft nib?' inquired Nicholas, smiling to prevent himself from laughing outright.
`He has a beautiful smile,' thought Miss Squeers.
`Which did you say?' asked Nicholas.
`Dear me, I was thinking of something else for the moment, I declare,'
replied Miss Squeers. `Oh! as soft as possible, if you please.' With which words, Miss Squeers sighed. It might be, to give Nicholas to understand that her heart was soft, and that the pen was wanted to match.
Upon these instructions Nicholas made the pen; when he gave it to Miss Squeers, Miss Squeers dropped it; and when he stooped to pick it up, Miss Squeers stopped also, and they knocked their heads together; whereat five-and-twenty little boys laughed aloud: being positively for the first and only time that half-year.
`Very awkward of me,' said Nicholas, opening the door for the young lady's retreat.
`Not at all, sir,' replied Miss Squeers; `it was my fault. It was all my foolish--a--a--good-morning!'
`Goodbye,' said Nicholas. `The next I make for you, I hope will be made less clumsily. Take care! You are biting the nib off now.'
`Really,' said Miss Squeers; `so embarrassing that I scarcely know what I--very sorry to give you so much trouble.'
`Not the least trouble in the world,' replied Nicholas, closing the schoolroom door.
`I never saw such legs in the whole course of my life!' said Miss Squeers, as she walked away.