o'clock; and Tim Linkinwater's sister
declaring that she ought to have been at home a full hour ago, a coach
was procured, into which she was handed with great ceremony by brother
Ned, while brother Charles imparted the fullest directions to the
coachman, and besides paying the man a shilling over and above his fare,
in order that he might take the utmost care of the lady, all but choked
him with a glass of spirits of uncommon strength, and then nearly
knocked all the breath out of his body in his energetic endeavours to
knock it in again.

At length the coach rumbled off, and Tim Linkinwater's sister being now
fairly on her way home, Nicholas and Tim Linkinwater's friend took
their leaves together, and left old Tim and the worthy brothers to their
repose.

As Nicholas had some distance to walk, it was considerably past midnight
by the time he reached home, where he found his mother and Smike sitting
up to receive him. It was long after their usual hour of retiring, and
they had expected him, at the very latest, two hours ago; but the time
had not hung heavily on their hands, for Mrs Nickleby had entertained
Smike with a genealogical account of her family by the mother's side,
comprising biographical sketches of the principal members, and Smike had
sat wondering what it was all about, and whether it was learnt from
a book, or said out of Mrs Nickleby's own head; so that they got on
together very pleasantly.

Nicholas could not go to bed without expatiating on the excellences and
munificence of the brothers Cheeryble, and relating the great success
which had attended his efforts that day. But before he had said a dozen
words, Mrs Nickleby, with many sly winks and nods, observed, that she
was sure Mr Smike must be quite tired out, and that she positively must
insist on his not sitting up a minute longer.

'A most biddable creature he is, to be sure,' said Mrs Nickleby, when
Smike had wished them good-night and left the room. 'I know you'll
excuse me, Nicholas, my dear, but I don't like to do this before a third
person; indeed, before a young man it would not be quite proper, though
really, after all, I don't know what harm there is in it, except that
to be sure it's not a very becoming thing, though some people say it is
very much so, and really I don't know why it should not be, if it's
well got up, and the borders are small-plaited; of course, a good deal
depends upon that.'

With which preface, Mrs Nickleby took