'Good gracious, Nicholas, my dear, how CAN you be so ridiculous! But that was always the way with your poor dear papa,--just his way--always wandering, never able to fix his thoughts on any one subject for two minutes together.

I think I see him now!' said Mrs Nickleby, wiping her eyes, 'looking at me while I was talking to him about his affairs, just as if his ideas were in a state of perfect conglomeration! Anybody who had come in upon us suddenly, would have supposed I was confusing and distracting him instead of making things plainer; upon my word they would.' 'I am very sorry, mother, that I should inherit this unfortunate slowness of apprehension,' said Nicholas, kindly; 'but I'll do my best to understand you, if you'll only go straight on: indeed I will.' 'Your poor pa!' said Mrs Nickleby, pondering.

'He never knew, till it was too late, what I would have had him do!' This was undoubtedly the case, inasmuch as the deceased Mr Nickleby had not arrived at the knowledge.

Then he died.

Neither had Mrs Nickleby herself; which is, in some sort, an explanation of the circumstance.
'However,' said Mrs Nickleby, drying her tears, 'this has nothing to do--certainly nothing whatever to do--with the gentleman in the next house.' 'I should suppose that the gentleman in the next house has as little to do with us,' returned Nicholas.
'There can be no doubt,' said Mrs Nickleby, 'that he IS a gentleman, and has the manners of a gentleman, and the appearance of a gentleman, although he does wear smalls and grey worsted stockings.