stood between her and the door, and some person knocked at the wainscot.
"Come in whoever it is," cried Miss La Creevy.
The person complied, and coming forward at once, gave to view the form and features of no less an individual than Mr. Ralph Nickleby himself.
"Your servant, ladies," said Ralph, looking sharply at them by turns. "You were talking so loud that I was unable to make you hear."
When the man of business had a more than commonly vicious snarl lurking at his heart, he had a trick of almost concealing his eyes under their thick and protruding brows for an instant, and then displaying them in their full keenness. As he did so now, and tried to keep down the smile which parted his thin compressed lips, and puckered up the bad lines about his mouth, they both felt certain that some part, if not the whole, of their recent conversation had been overheard.
"I called in on my way up stairs, more than half expecting to find you here," said Ralph, addressing his niece, and looking contemptuously at the portrait. "Is that my niece's portrait, ma'am?"
"Yes it is, Mr. Nickleby," said Miss La Creevy, with a very sprightly air, "and between you and me and the post, Sir, it will be a very nice portrait too, though I say it who am the painter."
"Don't trouble yourself to show it to me, ma'am," cried Ralph, moving away, "I have no eye for likenesses. Is it nearly finished?"
"Why, yes," replied Miss La Creevy, considering with the pencil-end of her brush in her mouth. "Two sittings more will——"
"Have them at once, ma'am," said Ralph. "She'll have no time to idle over fooleries after to-morrow. Work, ma'am, work; we must all work. Have you let your lodgings, ma'am?"
"I have not put a bill up yet, Sir."
"Put it up at once, ma'am; they won't want the rooms after this week, or if they do, can't pay for them. Now, my dear, if you're ready, we'll lose no more time."
With an assumption of kindness which sat worse upon him, even than his usual manner, Mr. Ralph Nickleby motioned to the young lady to precede him, and bowing gravely to Miss La Creevy, closed the door and followed up stairs, where Mrs. Nickleby received him with many expressions of regard. Stopping them somewhat abruptly, Ralph waved his hand with an impatient gesture, and proceeded to the object of his visit.
"I have found a situation for your daughter, ma'am," said Ralph.
"Well," replied Mrs. Nickleby. "Now, I will say that that is only just what I have expected of you. 'Depend upon it,' I said to Kate only yesterday morning at breakfast, 'that after your uncle has provided in that most ready manner for Nicholas, he will not leave us until he has done at least the same for you.' These were my very words as near as I remember. Kate, my dear, why don't you thank your"——
"Let me proceed, ma'am, pray," said Ralph, interrupting his sister-in-law in the full torrent of her discourse.
"Kate, my love, let your uncle proceed," said Mrs. Nickleby.
