Chapter 8Of the internal economy of Dotheboys Hall
A RIDE of two hundred and odd miles in severe weather, is one of the best softeners of a hard bed that ingenuity can devise. Perhaps it is even a sweetener of dreams, for those which hovered over the rough couch of Nicholas, and whispered their airy nothings in his ear, were of an agreeable and happy kind. He was making his fortune very fast indeed, when the faint glimmer of an expiring candle shone before his eyes, and a voice he had no difficulty in recognising as part and parcel of Mr Squeers, admonished him that it was time to rise.
`Past seven, Nickleby,' said Mr Squeers.
`Has morning come already?' asked Nicholas, sitting up in bed.
`Ah! that has it,' replied Squeers, `and ready iced too. Now, Nickleby, come; tumble up, will you?'
Nicholas needed no further admonition, but `tumbled up' at once, and proceeded to dress himself by the light of the taper, which Mr Squeers carried in his hand.
`Here's a pretty go,' said that gentleman; `the pump's froze.'
`Indeed!' said Nicholas, not much interested in the intelligence.
`Yes,' replied Squeers. `You can't wash yourself this morning.'
`Not wash myself!' exclaimed Nicholas.
`No, not a bit of it,' rejoined Squeers tartly. `So you must be content with giving yourself a dry polish till we break the ice in the well, and can get a bucketful out for the boys. Don't stand staring at me, but do look sharp, will you?'
Offering no further observation, Nicholas huddled on his clothes. Squeers, meanwhile, opened the shutters and blew the candle out; when the voice of his amiable consort was heard in the passage, demanding admittance.
`Come in, my love,' said Squeers.
Mrs Squeers came in, still habited in the primitive night-jacket which had displayed the symmetry of her figure on the previous night, and further ornamented with a beaver bonnet of some antiquity, which she wore, with much ease and lightness, on the top of the nightcap before mentioned.
`Drat the things,' said the lady, opening the cupboard; `I can't find the school spoon anywhere.'
`Never mind it, my dear,' observed Squeers in a soothing manner; `it's of no consequence.'
`No consequence, why how you talk!' retorted Mrs Squeers sharply; `isn't it brimstone morning?'
`I forgot, my dear,' rejoined Squeers; `yes, it certainly is. We purify the boys' bloods now and then, Nickleby.'
`Purify fiddlesticks,' ends,' said his lady. `Don't think, young man, that we go to the expense of flower of brimstone and molasses, just to purify them; because if you think we carry on the business in that way, you'll find yourself mistaken, and so I tell you plainly.'
`My dear,' said Squeers frowning. `Hem!'
`Oh! nonsense,' rejoined Mrs Squeers. `If the young man comes to be a teacher here, let him understand, at once, that we don't want any foolery about the boys. They have the brimstone and treacle, partly because if they hadn't something or other in the way of medicine they'd be always ailing and giving a
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