'Good-night.' 'No, but Nickleby--' said Mantalini.
'I am wrong, perhaps,' rejoined Ralph.

'I hope so.

You should know best.
Good-night.' Affecting not to hear his entreaties that he would stay and advise with him, Ralph left the crest-fallen Mr Mantalini to his meditations, and left the house quietly.
'Oho!' he said, 'sets the wind that way so soon?
Half knave and half fool, and detected in both characters?
I think your day is over, sir.' As he said this, he made some memorandum in his pocket-book in which Mr Mantalini's name figured conspicuously, and finding by his watch that it was between nine and ten o'clock, made all speed home.
'Are they here ?' was the first question he asked of Newman.
Newman nodded.

'Been here half an hour.' 'Two of them?
One a fat sleek man ?' 'Ay,' said Newman.

'In your room now.' 'Good,' rejoined Ralph.