gyman said? The Cock-lane Ghost or the
Thirsty Woman of Tutbury?'
'The Cock-lane Ghost, I believe.'
'Then I have no doubt,' said Mrs Nickleby, 'that it was with him my
great-grandfather went to school; for I know the master of his school
was a dissenter, and that would, in a great measure, account for the
Cock-lane Ghost's behaving in such an improper manner to the clergyman
when he grew up. Ah! Train up a Ghost--child, I mean--'
Any further reflections on this fruitful theme were abruptly cut short
by the arrival of Tim Linkinwater and Mr Frank Cheeryble; in the hurry
of receiving whom, Mrs Nickleby speedily lost sight of everything else.
'I am so sorry Nicholas is not at home,' said Mrs Nickleby. 'Kate, my
dear, you must be both Nicholas and yourself.'
'Miss Nickleby need be but herself,' said Frank. 'I--if I may venture to
say so--oppose all change in her.'
'Then at all events she shall press you to stay,' returned Mrs Nickleby.
'Mr Linkinwater says ten minutes, but I cannot let you go so soon;
Nicholas would be very much vexed, I am sure. Kate, my dear!'
In obedience to a great number of nods, and winks, and frowns of extra
significance, Kate added her entreaties that the visitors would remain;
but it was observable that she addressed them exclusively to Tim
Linkinwater; and there was, besides, a certain embarrassment in her
manner, which, although it was as far from impairing its graceful
character as the tinge it communicated to her cheek was from diminishing
her beauty, was obvious at a glance even to Mrs Nickleby. Not being of
a very speculative character, however, save under circumstances when her
speculations could be put into words and uttered aloud, that discreet
matron attributed the emotion to the circumstance of her daughter's
not happening to have her best frock on: 'though I never saw her look
better, certainly,' she reflected at the same time. Having settled the
question in this way, and being most complacently satisfied that in
this, and in all other instances, her conjecture could not fail to be
the right one, Mrs Nickleby dismissed it from her thoughts, and inwardly
congratulated herself on being so shrewd and knowing.
Nicholas did not come home nor did Smike reappear; but neither
circumstance, to say the truth, had any great effect upon the little
party, who were all in the best humour possible. Indeed, there sprung up
quite a flirtation between Miss La Creevy and Tim Linkinwater, w
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