Newman Noggs inducts Mrs and Miss Nickleby into their New Dwelling in the City
But no crying, or talking, or hoping, or fearing, could keep off the dreaded Saturday afternoon, or Newman Noggs either; who, punctual to his time, limped up to the door, and breathed a whiff of cordial gin through the keyhole, exactly as such of the church clocks in the neighbourhood as agreed among themselves about the time, struck five.
'From Mr Ralph Nickleby,' said Newman, announcing his errand, when he got upstairs, with all possible brevity.
'They wouldn't be, if some people had their way,' muttered Newman.
Newman darted a meaning glance at Kate, and replied with a strong emphasis on the last word of his answer, that Mr Ralph Nickleby was well, and sent his LOVE.
It was no very easy matter to mistake Newman Noggs, after having once seen him, and as Kate, attracted by the singularity of his manner (in which on this occasion, however, there was something respectful and even delicate, notwithstanding the abruptness of his speech), looked at him more closely, she recollected having caught a passing glimpse of that strange figure before.
He performed this ceremony on the following day, when, by appointment, Christopher Newman went to dine with him.
Newman was fond, under all circumstances, of the society of women, and now that he was out of his native element and deprived of his habitual interests, he turned to it for compensation.
Newman accepted every proposal, shook hands universally and promiscuously, and seemed equally unfamiliar with trepidation or with elation.
Christopher Newman dined several times in the Avenue d'Iena, and his host always proposed an early adjournment to this institution.
Newman hated to see a husband and wife on these terms, and he was sure one or other of them must be very unhappy.
"Well, I suppose I am happy," said Newman, meditatively.