Sir Mulberry won every game; and when his companion threw down the cards, and refused to play any longer, thrust forth his wasted arm and caught up the stakes with a boastful oath, and the same hoarse laugh, though considerably lowered in tone, that had resounded in Ralph Nickleby's dining-room, months before.
While he was thus occupied, his man appeared, to announce that Mr Ralph Nickleby was below, and wished to know how he was, tonight.
'Better,' said Sir Mulberry, impatiently.
'Mr Nickleby wishes to know, sir--' 'I tell you, better,' replied Sir Mulberry, striking his hand upon the table.
The man hesitated for a moment or two, and then said that Mr Nickleby had requested permission to see Sir Mulberry Hawk, if it was not inconvenient.
'It IS inconvenient.

I can't see him.

I can't see anybody,' said his master, more violently than before.

'You know that, you blockhead.' 'I am very sorry, sir,' returned the man.

'But Mr Nickleby pressed so much, sir--' The fact was, that Ralph Nickleby had bribed the man, who, being anxious to earn his money with a view to future favours, held the door in his hand, and ventured to linger still.
'Did he say whether he had any business to speak about ?' inquired Sir Mulberry, after a little impatient consideration.
'No, sir.