`And this,' resumed Snawley, `has made me anxious to put them to some school a good distance off, where there are no holidays -- none of those ill-judged coming home twice a year that unsettle children's minds so -- and where they may rough it a little -- you comprehend?'

`The payments regular, and no questions asked,' said Squeers, nodding his head.

`That's it, exactly,' rejoined the other. `Morals strictly attended to, though.'

`Strictly,' said Squeers.

`Not too much writing home allowed, I suppose?' said the father-in-law, hesitating.

`None, except a circular at Christmas, to say they never were so happy, and hope they may never be sent for,' rejoined Squeers.

`Nothing could be better,' said the father-in-law, rubbing his hands.

`Then, as we understand each other,' said Squeers, `will you allow me to ask you whether you consider me a highly virtuous, exemplary, and well-conducted man in private life; and whether, as a person whose business it is to take charge of youth, you place the strongest confidence in my unimpeachable integrity, liberality, religious principles, and ability?'

`Certainly I do,' replied the father-in-law, reciprocating the schoolmaster's grin.

`Perhaps you won't object to say that, if I make you a reference?'

`Not the least in the world.'

`That's your sort!' said Squeers, taking up a pen; `this is doing business, and that's what I like.'

Having entered Mr Snawley's address, the schoolmaster had next to perform the still more agreeable office of entering the receipt of the first quarter's payment in advance, which he had scarcely completed, when another voice was heard inquiring for Mr Squeers.

`Here he is,' replied the schoolmaster; `what is it?'

`Only a matter of business, sir,' said Ralph Nickleby, presenting himself, closely followed by Nicholas. `There was an advertisement of yours in the papers this morning?'

`There was, sir. This way, if you please,' said Squeers, who had by this time got back to the box by the fire-place. `Won't you be seated?'

`Why, I think I will,' replied Ralph, suiting the action to the word, and placing his hat on the table before him. `This is my nephew, sir, Mr Nicholas Nickleby.'

`How do you do, sir?' said Squeers.

Nicholas bowed, said he was very well, and seemed very much astonished at the outward appearance of the proprietor of Dotheboys Hall: as indeed he was.

`Perhaps you recollect me?' said Ralph, looking narrowly at the schoolmaster.

`You paid me a small account at each of my half-yearly visits to town, for some years, I think, sir,' replied Squeers.

`I did,' rejoined Ralph.