Yes, I went there the night before last, but she was quite on the high ropes about something, and was so grand and mysterious, that I couldn't make anything of her: so, to tell you the truth, I took it into my head to be grand too, and came away in state.

I thought she would have come round again before this, but she hasn't been here.' 'About Miss Nickleby--' said Newman.
'Why, she was here twice while I was away,' returned Miss La Creevy.

'I was afraid she mightn't like to have me calling on her among those great folks in what's-its-name Place, so I thought I'd wait a day or two, and if I didn't see her, write.' 'Ah!' exclaimed Newman, cracking his fingers.
'However, I want to hear all the news about them from you,' said Miss La Creevy.

'How is the old rough and tough monster of Golden Square?
Well, of course; such people always are.

I don't mean how is he in health, but how is he going on: how is he behaving himself ?' 'Damn him!' cried Newman, dashing his cherished hat on the floor; 'like a false hound.' 'Gracious, Mr Noggs, you quite terrify me!' exclaimed Miss La Creevy, turning pale.
'I should have spoilt his features yesterday afternoon if I could have afforded it,' said Newman, moving restlessly about, and shaking his fist at a portrait of Mr Canning over the mantelpiece.