书城公版NICHOLAS NICKLEBY
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第97章

`Won't you ma-ake one effort for me, Miss Nickleby?' asked Lord Frederick, after a short interval.

`You needn't trouble yourself to inquire, my buck,' said Sir Mulberry;`Miss Nickleby and I understand each other; she declares on my side, and shows her taste. You haven't a chance, old fellow. Time, Snobb?'

`Eight minutes gone.'

`Get the money ready,' said Sir Mulberry; `you'll soon hand over.'

`Ha, ha, ha!' laughed Mr Pyke.

Mr Pluck, who always came second, and topped his companion if he could, screamed outright.

The poor girl, who was so overwhelmed with confusion that she scarcely knew what she did, had determined to remain perfectly quiet; but fearing that by so doing she might seem to countenance Sir Mulberry's boast, which had been uttered with great coarseness and vulgarity of manner, raised her eyes, and looked him in the face. There was something so odious, so insolent, so repulsive in the look which met her, that, without the power to stammer forth a syllable, she rose and hurried from the room. She restrained her tears by a great effort until she was alone upstairs, and then gave them vent.

`Capital!' said Sir Mulberry Hawk, putting the stakes in his pocket.

`That's a girl of spirit, and we'll drink her health.'

It is needless to say, that Pyke and Co. responded, with great warmth of manner, to this proposal, or that the toast was drunk with many little insinuations from the firm, relative to the completeness of Sir Mulberry's conquest. Ralph, who, while the attention of the other guests was attracted to the principals in the preceding scene, had eyed them like a wolf, appeared to breathe more freely now his niece was gone; the decanters passing quickly round, he leaned back in his chair, and turned his eyes from speaker to speaker, as they warmed with wine, with looks that seemed to search their hearts, and lay bare, for his distempered sport, every idle thought within them.

Meanwhile Kate, left wholly to herself, had, in some degree, recovered her composure. She had learnt from a female attendant, that her uncle wished to see her before she left, and had also gleaned the satisfactory intelligence, that the gentlemen would take coffee at table. The prospect of seeing them no more, contributed greatly to calm her agitation, and, taking up a book, she composed herself to read.

She started sometimes, when the sudden opening of the dining-room door let loose a wild shout of noisy revelry, and more than once rose in great alarm, as a fancied footstep on the staircase impressed her with the fear that some stray member of the party was returning alone. Nothing occurring, however, to realise her apprehensions, she endeavoured to fix her attention more closely on her book, in which by degrees she became so much interested, that she had read on through several chapters without heed of time or place, when she was terrified by suddenly hearing her name pronounced by a man's voice close at her ear.

The book fell from her hand. Lounging on an ottoman close beside her, was Sir Mulberry Hawk, evidently the worse -- if a man be a ruffian at heart, he is never the better -- for wine.

`What a delightful studiousness!' said this accomplished gentleman.

`Was it real, now, or only to display the eyelashes?'

Kate, looking anxiously towards the door, made no reply.

`I have looked at 'em for five minutes,' said Sir Mulberry. `Upon my soul, they're perfect. Why did I speak, and destroy such a pretty little picture?'

`Do me the favour to be silent now, sir,' replied Kate.

`No, don't,' said Sir Mulberry, folding his crush hat to lay his elbow on, and bringing himself still closer to the young lady; `upon my life, you oughtn't to. Such a devoted slave of yours, Miss Nickleby -- it's an infernal thing to treat him so harshly, upon my soul it is.'

`I wish you to understand, sir,' said Kate, trembling in spite of herself, but speaking with great indignation, `that your behaviour offends and disgusts me. If you have a spark of gentlemanly feeling remaining, you will leave me.'

`Now why,' said Sir Mulberry, `why will you keep up this appearance of excessive rigour, my sweet creature? Now, be more natural -- my dear Miss Nickleby, be more natural -- do.'

Kate hastily rose; but as she rose, Sir Mulberry caught her dress, and forcibly detained her.

`Let me go, sir,' she cried, her heart swelling with anger. `Do you hear? Instantly -- this moment.'

`Sit down, sit down,' said Sir Mulberry; `I want to talk to you.'

`Unhand me, sir, this instant,' cried Kate.

`Not for the world,' rejoined Sir Mulberry. Thus speaking, he leaned over, as if to replace her in her chair; but the young lady, making a violent effort to disengage herself, he lost his balance, and measured his length upon the ground. As Kate sprung forward to leave the room, Mr Ralph Nickleby appeared in the doorway, and confronted her.

`What is this?' said Ralph.

`It is this, sir,' replied Kate, violently agitated: `that beneath the roof where I, a helpless girl, your dead brother's child, should most have found protection, I have been exposed to insult which should make you shrink to look upon me. Let me pass you.'

Ralph did shrink, as the indignant girl fixed her kindling eye upon him; but he did not comply with her injunction, nevertheless: for he led her to a distant seat, and returning, and approaching Sir Mulberry Hawk, who had by this time risen, motioned towards the door.

`Your way lies there, sir,' said Ralph, in a suppressed voice, that some devil might have owned with pride.

`What do you mean by that?' demanded his friend, fiercely.

The swoln veins stood out like sinews on Ralph's wrinkled forehead, and the nerves about his mouth worked as though some unendurable emotion wrung them; but he smiled disdainfully, and again pointed to the door.

`Do you know me, you old madman?' asked Sir Mulberry.

`Well,' said Ralph. The fashionable vagabond for the moment quite quailed under the steady look of the older sinner, and walked towards the door, muttering as he went.