'It is done in a moment; there is nothing in it.

If the gentlemen insist on it--' 'I don't insist on it,' said Sir Mulberry, with a loud laugh.

'That is, I by no means insist upon Miss Nickleby's making the denial, for if she does, I lose; but I shall be glad to see her bright eyes, especially as she favours the mahogany so much.' 'So she does, and it's too ba-a-d of you, Miss Nickleby,' said the noble youth.
'Quite cruel,' said Mr Pyke.
'Horrid cruel,' said Mr Pluck.
'I don't care if I do lose,' said Sir Mulberry; 'for one tolerable look at Miss Nickleby's eyes is worth double the money.' 'More,' said Mr Pyke.
'Far more,' said Mr Pluck.
'How goes the enemy, Snobb ?' asked Sir Mulberry Hawk.
'Four minutes gone.' 'Bravo!' 'Won't you ma-ake one effort for me, Miss Nickleby ?' asked Lord Frederick, after a short interval.
'You needn't trouble yourself to inquire, my buck,' said Sir Mulberry; 'Miss Nickleby and I understand each other; she declares on my side, and shows her taste.

You haven't a chance, old fellow.

Time, Snobb ?' 'Eight minutes gone.' 'Get the money ready,' said Sir Mulberry; 'you'll soon hand over.' 'Ha, ha, ha!' laughed Mr Pyke.
Mr Pluck, who always came second, and topped his companion if he could, screamed outright.
The poor girl, who was so overwhelmed with confusion that she scarcely knew what she did, had determined to remain perfectly quiet; but fearing that by so doing she might seem to countenance Sir Mulberry's boast, which had been uttered with great coarseness and vulgarity of manner, raised her eyes, and looked him in the face.