a round pace for some distance, arrived in one of a gloomy appearance and very little frequented, near the Edgeware-road.
"Number twelve," said Newman.
"Oh!" replied Nicholas, looking about him.
"Good street?" said Newsman.
"Yes," returned Nicholas, "rather dull."
Newman made no answer to this remark, but halting abruptly, planted Nicholas with his back to some area railings, and gave him to understand that he was to wait there, without moving hand or foot, until it was satisfactorily ascertained that the coast was clear. This done, Noggs limped away with great alacrity, looking over his shoulder every instant, to make quite certain that Nicholas was obeying his directions; and ascending the steps of a house some half-dozen doors off, was lost to view.
After a short delay, he re-appeared, and limping back again, halted midway, and beckoned Nicholas to follow him.
"Well!" said Nicholas, advancing towards him on tiptoe.
"All right," replied Newman, in high glee. "All ready; nobody at home. Couldn't be better. Ha! ha!"
With this fortifying assurance, he stole past a street-door, on which Nicholas caught a glimpse of a brass plate, with "Bobster," in very large letters; and stopping at the area-gate, which was open, signed to his young friend to descend.
"What the devil!" cried Nicholas, drawing back. "Are we to sneak into the kitchen as if we came after the forks?"
"Hush!" replied Newman. "Old Bobster—ferocious Tiu-k. He'd kill 'em all—box the young lady's ears—he does—often."
"What!" cried Nicholas, in high wrath, "do you mean to tell me that any man would dare to box the ears of such a——"
He had no time to sing the praises of his mistress just then, for Newman gave him a gentle push which had nearly precipitated him to the bottom of the area steps. Thinking it best to take the hint in good part, Nicholas descended without further remonstrance; but with a countenance bespeaking anything rather than the hope and rapture of a passionate lover. Newman followed—he would have followed head first, but for the timely assistance of Nicholas—and taking his hand, led him through a stone passage, profoundly dark, into a back kitchen or cellar of the blackest and most pitchy obscurity, where they stopped.
"Well!" said Nicholas, in a discontented whisper, "this is not all, I suppose, is it?"
"No, no," rejoined Noggs; "they'll be here directly. It's all right."
"I am glad to hear it," said Nicholas. "I shouldn't have thought it, I confess."
They exchanged no further words, and there Nicholas stood, listening to the loud breathing of Newman Noggs, and imagining that his nose seemed to glow like a red-hot coal, even in the midst of the darkness which enshrouded them. Suddenly the sound of cautious footsteps attracted his ear, and directly afterwards a female voice inquired if the gentleman were there.
