"Yours to command, Sir," replied Nicholas, making fearful ravages on the bread and butter.
Mr. Browdie was not a gentleman of great conversational powers, so he grinned twice more, and having now bestowed his customary mark of recognition on every person in company, grinned at nothing particular and helped himself to food.
"Old wooman awa,' beant she?" said Mr. Browdie, with his mouth full.
Miss Squeers nodded assent.
Mr. Browdie gave a grin of special width, as if he thought that really was something to laugh at, and went to work at the bread and butter with increased vigour. It was quite a sight to behold how he and Nicholas emptied the plate between them.
"Ye weant get bread and butther ev'ry neight I expect, mun," said Mr. Browdie, after he had sat staring at Nicholas a long time over the empty plate.
Nicholas bit his lip and coloured, but affected not to hear the remark.
"Ecod," said Mr. Browdie, laughing boisterously, " they dean't put too much intiv 'em. Ye'll be nowt but skeen and boans if you stop here long eneaf. Ho! ho! ho!"
"You are facetious. Sir," said Nicholas, scornfully.
"Na; I deant know," replied Mr. Browdie, "but t'oother teacher, 'cod he wur a learn 'un, he wur." The recollection of the last teacher's leanness seemed to afford Mr. Browdie the most exquisite delight, for he laughed until he found it necessary to apply his coat-cuffs to his eyes.
"I don't know whether your perceptions are quite keen enough, Mr. Browdie, to enable you to understand that your remarks are very offensive," said Nicholas in a towering passion, "but if they are, have the goodness to——"
"If you say another word, John," shrieked Miss Price, stopping her admirer's mouth as he was about to interrupt, "only half a word, I'll never forgive you, or speak to you again."
"Weel, my lass, I deant care aboot 'un," said the corn-factor, bestowing a hearty kiss on Miss Matilda; "let 'un gang on, let 'un gang on."
It now became Miss Squeers's turn to intercede with Nicholas, which she did with many symptoms of alarm and horror; the effect of the double intercession was that he and Jolin Browdie shook hands across the table with much gravity, and such was the imposing nature of the ceremonial, that Miss Squeers was overcome and shed tears.
"What's the matter, Fanny?" said Miss Price.
"Nothing, 'Tilda," replied Miss Squeers, sobbing.
"There never was any danger," said Miss Price, "was there, Mr. Nickleby?"
"None at all," replied Nicholas. "Absurd."
"That's right," whispered Miss Price, "say something kind to her, and she'll soon come round. Here, shall John and I go into the little kitchen, and come back presently?"
"Not on any account," rejoined Nicholas, quite alarmed at the proposition. "What on earth should you do that for?"
"Well," said Miss Price, beckoning him aside, and speaking with some degree of contempt—" you are a one to keep company."
