verbal smifligation

hunsssalin Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:31 pm

verbal smifligationFortunately, however, Mr Pyke confined himself to mere verbal smifligation, and they reached their box with no more serious interruption by the way, than a desire on the part of the same pugnacious gentleman to `smash' the assistant box-keeper for happening to mistake the number.Mrs Nickleby had scarcely been put MBT away behind the curtain of the box in an armchair, when Sir Mulberry and Lord Verisopht arrived, arrayed from the crowns of their heads to the tips of their gloves, and from the tips of their gloves to the toes of their boots, in the most elegant and costly manner. Sir Mulberry was a little hoarser than on the previous day, and Lord Verisopht looked rather sleepy and queer; from which tokens, as well as from the circumstance of their both being to a trifling extent unsteady MBT Trainers upon their legs, Mrs Nickleby justly concluded that they had taken dinner.`We have been--we have been--toasting your lovely daughter, Mrs Nickleby,' whispered Sir Mulberry, sitting down behind her.`Oh, ho!' thought that knowing lady; `wine in, truth out.--You are very kind, Sir Mulberry.'`No, no upon my soul!' replied Sir Mulberry Hawk. `It's you that's kind, upon my soul it is. It was so kind of you to come tonight.'`So very kind of you to invite me, you mean, Sir Mulberry,' replied Mrs Nickleby, tossing her head, and looking prodigiously sly.`I am so anxious to know you, so anxious to cultivate your good opinion, so desirous that there should be a delicious kind of harmonious family understanding between us,' said Sir Mulberry, `that you mustn't think I'm disinterested in what I do. I'm infernal selfish; I am--upon my soul I am.'`I am sure you can't be selfish, Sir Mulberry!' replied Mrs Nickleby. `You MBT Shoes Sale have much too open and generous a countenance for that.'`What an extraordinary observer you are!' said Sir Mulberry Hawk.`Oh no, indeed, I don't see very far into things, Sir Mulberry,' replied Mrs Nickleby, in a tone of voice which left the baronet to infer that she saw very far indeed.`I am quite afraid of you,' said the baronet. `Upon my soul,' repeated Sir Mulberry, looking round to his companions; `I am afraid of Mrs Nickleby. She is so immensely sharp.'Messrs Pyke and Pluck shook their heads mysteriously, and observed together that they had found that out long ago; upon which Mrs Nickleby tittered, and Sir Mulberry laughed, and Pyke and Pluck roared.`But where's my brother-in-law, Sir Mulberry?' inquired Mrs Nickleby. `I shouldn't be here without him. I hope he's coming.'`Pyke,' said Sir Mulberry, taking out his toothpick and lolling back in his chair, as if he were too lazy to invent a reply to this question. `Where's Ralph Nickleby?'`Pluck,' said Pyke, imitating the baronet's action, MBT Shoes and turning the lie over to his friend, `where's Ralph Nickleby?'Mr Pluck was about to return some evasive reply, when the hustle caused by a party entering the next box seemed to attract the attention of all four gentlemen, who exchanged glances of much meaning.