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 crushed 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 swollen 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.
“You wanted the lord, did you?” he said, stopping short when he reached the door, as if a new light had broken in upon him, and confronting Ralph again. “Damme, I was in the way, was I?”
Ralph smiled again, but made no answer.
“Who brought him to you first?” pursued Sir Mulberry; “and how, without me, could you ever have wound him in your net as you have?”
“The net is a large one, and rather full,” said Ralph. “Take care that it chokes nobody in the meshes.”
“You would sell your flesh and blood for money; yourself, if you have not already made a bargain with the devil,” retorted the other. “Do you mean to tell me that your pretty niece was not brought here as a decoy for the drunken boy downstairs?”
Although this hurried dialogue was carried on in a suppressed tone on both sides, Ralph looked involuntarily round to ascertain that Kate had not moved her position so as to be within hearing. His adversary saw the advantage he had gained, and followed it up.
“Do you mean to tell me,” he asked again, “that it is not so? Do you mean to say that if he had found his way up here instead of me, you wouldn’t have been a little more blind, and a little more deaf, and a little less flourishing, than you have been? Come, Nickleby, answer me that.”
“I tell you this,” replied Ralph, “that if I brought her here, as a matter of business—”
“Ay, that’s the word,” interposed Sir Mulberry, with a laugh. “You’re coming to yourself again now.”
“—As a matter of business,” pursued Ralph, speaking slowly and firmly, as a man who has made up his mind to say no more, “because I thought she might make some impression on the silly youth you have taken in hand and are lending good help to ruin, I knew—knowing him—that it would be long before he outraged her girl’s feelings, and that unless he offended by mere puppyism and emptiness, he would, with a little management, respect the sex and conduct even of his usurer’s niece. But if I thought to draw him on more gently by this device, I did not think of subjecting the girl to the licentiousness and brutality of so old a hand as you. And now we understand each other.”
“Especially as there was nothing to be got by it—eh?” sneered Sir Mulberry.
“Exactly so,” said Ralph. He had turned away, and looked over his shoulder to make this last reply. The eyes of the two worthies met, with an expression as if each rascal felt that there was no disguising himself from the other; and Sir Mulberry Hawk shrugged his shoulders and walked slowly out.
His friend closed the door, and looked restlessly towards the spot where his
