I am going to speak upon another subject, a confidential subject, Mr Nickleby.

We must be cool again, we must be cool.' After two or three turns across the room he resumed his seat, and drawing his chair nearer to that on which Nicholas was seated, said: 'I am about to employ you, my dear sir, on a confidential and delicate mission.' 'You might employ many a more able messenger, sir,' said Nicholas, 'but a more trustworthy or zealous one, I may be bold to say, you could not find.' 'Of that I am well assured,' returned brother Charles, 'well assured.
You will give me credit for thinking so, when I tell you that the object of this mission is a young lady.' 'A young lady, sir!' cried Nicholas, quite trembling for the moment with his eagerness to hear more.
'A very beautiful young lady,' said Mr Cheeryble, gravely.
'Pray go on, sir,' returned Nicholas.
'I am thinking how to do so,' said brother Charles; sadly, as it seemed to his young friend, and with an expression allied to pain.

'You accidentally saw a young lady in this room one morning, my dear sir, in a fainting fit.

Do you remember?
Perhaps you have forgotten.' 'Oh no,' replied Nicholas, hurriedly.

'I--I--remember it very well indeed.' 'SHE is the lady I speak of,' said brother Charles.