书城公版NICHOLAS NICKLEBY
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第212章

Beyond all measure proud of this commission, Newman Noggs took up his post, in the square, on the following evening, a full hour before the needful time, and planting himself behind the pump and pulling his hat over his eyes, began his watch with an elaborate appearance of mystery, admirably calculated to excite the suspicion of all beholders. Indeed, divers servant girls who came to draw water, and sundry little boys who stopped to drink at the ladle, were almost scared out of their senses, by the apparition of Newman Noggs looking stealthily round the pump, with nothing of him visible but his face, and that wearing the expression of a meditative Ogre.

Punctual to her time, the messenger came again, and, after an interview of rather longer duration than usual, departed. Newman had made two appointments with Nicholas: one for the next evening, conditional on his success: and one the next night following, which was to be kept under all circumstances.

The first night he was not at the place of meeting (a certain tavern about half-way between the City and Golden Square), but on the second night he was there before Nicholas, and received him with open arms.

`It's all right,' whispered Newman. `Sit down -- sit down, there's a dear young man, and let me tell you all about it.'

Nicholas needed no second invitation, and eagerly inquired what was the news.

`There's a great deal of news,' said Newman, in a flutter of exultation.

`It's all right. Don't be anxious. I don't know where to begin. Never mind that. Keep up your spirits. It's all right.'

`Well?' said Nicholas eagerly. `Yes?'

`Yes,' replied Newman. `That's it.'

`What's it?' said Nicholas. `The name -- the name, my dear fellow!'

`The name's Bobster,' replied Newman.

`Bobster!' repeated Nicholas, indignantly.

`That's the name,' said Newman. `I remember it by lobster.'

`Bobster!' repeated Nicholas, more emphatically than before. `That must be the servant's name.'

`No, it an't,' said Newman, shaking his head with great positiveness.

`Miss Cecilia Bobster.'

`Cecilia, eh?' returned Nicholas, muttering the two names together over and over again in every variety of tone, to try the effect. `Well, Cecilia is a pretty name.'

`Very. And a pretty creature too,' said Newman.

`Who?' said Nicholas.

`Miss Bobster.'

`Why, where have you seen her?' demanded Nicholas.

`Never mind, my dear boy,' retorted Noggs, clapping him on the shoulder.

`I have seen her. You shall see her. I've managed it all.'

`My dear Newman,' cried Nicholas, grasping his hand, `are you serious?'

`I am,' replied Newman. `I mean it all. Every word. You shall see her tomorrow night. She consents to hear you speak for yourself. I persuaded her. She is all affability, goodness, sweetness, and beauty.'

`I know she is; I know she must be, Newman!' said Nicholas, wringing his hand.

`You are right,' returned Newman.

`Where does she live?' cried Nicholas. `What have you learnt of her history? Has she a father -- mother -- any brothers -- sisters? What did she say? How came you to see her? Was she not very much surprised? Did you say how passionately I have longed to speak to her? Did you tell her where I had seen her? Did you tell her how, and when, and where, and how long, and how often, I have thought of that sweet face which came upon me in my bitterest distress like a glimpse of some better world -- did you, Newman -- did you?'

Poor Noggs literally gasped for breath as this flood of questions rushed upon him, and moved spasmodically in his chair at every fresh inquiry, staring at Nicholas meanwhile with a most ludicrous expression of perplexity.

`No,' said Newman, `I didn't tell her that.'

`Didn't tell her which?' asked Nicholas.

`About the glimpse of the better world,' said Newman. `I didn't tell her who you were, either, or where you'd seen her. I said you loved her to distraction.'

`That's true, Newman,' replied Nicholas, with his characteristic vehemence.

`Heaven knows I do!'

`I said too, that you had admired her for a long time in secret,' said Newman.

`Yes, yes. What did she say to that?' asked Nicholas.

`Blushed,' said Newman.

To be sure. Of course she would,' said Nicholas approvingly. Newman then went on to say, that the young lady was an only child, that her mother was dead, that she resided with her father, and that she had been induced to allow her lover a secret interview, at the intercession of her servant, who had great influence with her. He further related how it required much moving and great eloquence to bring the young lady to this pass; how it was expressly understood that she merely afforded Nicholas an opportunity of declaring his passion; and how she by no means pledged herself to be favourably impressed with his attentions. The mystery of her visits to the brothers Cheeryble remained wholly unexplained, for Newman had not alluded to them, either in his preliminary conversations with the servant or his subsequent interview with the mistress, merely remarking that he had been instructed to watch the girl home and plead his young friend's cause, and not saying how far he had followed her, or from what point.

But Newman hinted that from what had fallen from the confidante, he had been led to suspect that the young lady led a very miserable and unhappy life, under the strict control of her only parent, who was of a violent and brutal temper -- a circumstance which he thought might in some degree account, both for her having sought the protection and friendship of the brothers, and her suffering herself to be prevailed upon to grant the promised interview. The last he held to be a very logical deduction from the premises, inasmuch as it was but natural to suppose that a young lady, whose present condition was so unenviable, would be more than commonly desirous to change it.