up to the
shoulder, and slowly drew forth this greasy volume. 'Well-a-day now,
this is all my library, but it's one of the most entertaining books that
were ever written! It's a delightful book, and all true and real--that's
the best of it--true as the Bank of England, and real as its gold and
silver. Written by Arthur Gride. He, he, he! None of your storybook
writers will ever make as good a book as this, I warrant me. It's
composed for private circulation, for my own particular reading, and
nobody else's. He, he, he!'
Muttering this soliloquy, Arthur carried his precious volume to the
table, and, adjusting it upon a dusty desk, put on his spectacles, and
began to pore among the leaves.
'It's a large sum to Mr Nickleby,' he said, in a dolorous voice.
'Debt to be paid in full, nine hundred and seventy-five, four, three.
Additional sum as per bond, five hundred pound. One thousand, four
hundred and seventy-five pounds, four shillings, and threepence,
tomorrow at twelve o'clock. On the other side, though, there's the PER
CONTRA, by means of this pretty chick. But, again, there's the question
whether I mightn't have brought all this about, myself. "Faint heart
never won fair lady." Why was my heart so faint? Why didn't I boldly
open it to Bray myself, and save one thousand four hundred and
seventy-five, four, three?'
These reflections depressed the old usurer so much, as to wring a feeble
groan or two from his breast, and cause him to declare, with uplifted
hands, that he would die in a workhouse. Remembering on further
cogitation, however, that under any circumstances he must have paid, or
handsomely compounded for, Ralph's debt, and being by no means confident
that he would have succeeded had he undertaken his enterprise alone, he
regained his equanimity, and chattered and mowed over more satisfactory
items, until the entrance of Peg Sliderskew interrupted him.
'Aha, Peg!' said Arthur, 'what is it? What is it now, Peg?'
'It's the fowl,' replied Peg, holding up a plate containing a little, a
very little one. Quite a phenomenon of a fowl. So very small and skinny.
'A beautiful bird!' said Arthur, after inquiring the price, and finding
it proportionate to the size. 'With a rasher of ham, and an egg made
into sauce, and potatoes, and greens, and an apple pudding, Peg, and a
little bit of cheese, we shall have a dinner for an emperor. There'll
only be she and me--and you, Peg, when we've done.'
'Don't you compl
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