She looked involuntarily towards Ralph as he ceased to speak, but he had turned his eyes another way, and seemed for the moment quite unconscious of her presence.
'Everything,' said Ralph, after a long silence, broken only by Mrs Nickleby's sobs, 'everything combines to prove the truth of this letter, if indeed there were any possibility of disputing it.

Do innocent men steal away from the sight of honest folks, and skulk in hiding-places, like outlaws?
Do innocent men inveigle nameless vagabonds, and prowl with them about the country as idle robbers do?
Assault, riot, theft, what do you call these ?' 'A lie!' cried a voice, as the door was dashed open, and Nicholas came into the room.
In the first moment of surprise, and possibly of alarm, Ralph rose from his seat, and fell back a few paces, quite taken off his guard by this unexpected apparition.

In another moment, he stood, fixed and immovable with folded arms, regarding his nephew with a scowl; while Kate and Miss La Creevy threw themselves between the two, to prevent the personal violence which the fierce excitement of Nicholas appeared to threaten.
'Dear Nicholas,' cried his sister, clinging to him.

'Be calm, consider--' 'Consider, Kate!' cried Nicholas, clasping her hand so tight in the tumult of his anger, that she could scarcely bear the pain.

'When I consider all, and think of what has passed, I need be made of iron to stand before him.' 'Or bronze,' said Ralph, quietly; 'there is not hardihood enough in flesh and blood to face it out.' 'Oh dear, dear!' cried Mrs Nickleby, 'that things should have come to such a pass as this!' 'Who speaks in a tone, as if I had done wrong, and brought disgrace on them ?' said Nicholas, looking round.
'Your mother, sir,' replied Ralph, motioning towards her.
'Whose ears have been poisoned by you,' said Nicholas; 'by you--who, under pretence of deserving the thanks she poured upon you, heaped every insult, wrong, and indignity upon my head.