`And what about the cash, my existence's jewel?' said Mantalini, when these endearments ceased. `How much have we in hand?'

`Very little indeed,' replied Madame.

`We must have some more,' said Mantalini; `we must have some discount out of old Nickleby to carry on the war with, demmit.'

`You can't want any more just now,' said Madame coaxingly.

`My life and soul,' returned her husband, `there is a horse for sale at Scrubbs's, which it would be a sin and a crime to lose--going, my senses' joy, for nothing.'

`For nothing,' cried Madame, `I am glad of that.'

`For actually nothing,' replied Mantalini. `A hundred guineas down will buy him; mane, and crest, and legs, and tail, all of the demdest beauty. I will ride him in the park before the very chariots of the rejected countesses. The demd old dowager will faint with grief and rage; the other two will say "He is married, he has made away with himself, it is a demd thing, it is all up!" They will hate each other demnebly, and wish you dead and buried. Ha! ha! Demmit.'

Madame Mantalini's prudence, if she had any, was not proof against these triumphal pictures; after a little jingling of keys, she observed that she would see what her desk contained, and rising for that purpose, opened the folding-door, and walked into the room where Kate was seated.

`Dear me, child!' exclaimed Madame Mantalini, recoiling in surprise. `How came you here?'

`Child!' cried Mantalini, hurrying in. `How came--eh!--oh--demmit, how d'ye do?'

`I have been waiting, here some time, ma'am,' said Kate, addressing Madame Mantalini. `The servant must have forgotten to let you know that I was here, I think.'

`You really must see to that man,' said Madame, turning to her husband. `He forgets everything.'

`I will twist his demd nose off his countenance for leaving such a very pretty creature all alone by herself,' said her husband.

`Mantalini,' cried Madame, `you forget yourself.'

`I don't forget you, my soul, and never shall, and never can,' said Mantalini, kissing his wife's hand, and grimacing aside, to Miss Nickleby, who turned away.

Appeased by this compliment, the lady of the business took some papers from her desk which she handed over to Mr Mantalini, who received them with great delight. She then requested Kate to follow her, and after several feints on the part of Mr Mantalini to attract the young lady's attention, they went away: leaving that gentleman extended at full length on the sofa, with his heels in the air and a newspaper in his hand.

Madame Mantalini led the way down a flight of stairs, and through a passage, to a large room at the back of the premises where were a number of young women employed in sewing, cutting out, making up, altering, and various other processes known only to those who are cunning in the arts of millinery and dressmaking. It was a close room with a skylight, and as dull and quiet as a room need be.

On Madame Mantalini calling aloud for Miss Knag, a short, bustling, over-dressed female, full of importance, presented herself, and all the young ladies suspending their operations for the moment, whispered to each other sundry criticisms upon the make and texture of Miss Nickleby's dress, her complexion, cast