'That's well,' remarked Miss Price. 'Your hair's coming out of curl, dear.'
'I never had such luck, really,' exclaimed coquettish Miss Price, after another hand or two.
'You'll have a bad wife, though, if you always win at cards,' said Miss Price.
It would have been worth a small annuity to have beheld that; let alone Miss Price's evident joy at making them jealous, and Nicholas Nickleby's happy unconsciousness of making anybody uncomfortable.
'We'll talk to you, you know, if you'll say anything,' said Miss Price.
'Or you can talk to each other, if you don't choose to talk to us,' said Miss Price, rallying her dear friend.
'Mercy on us, what's all this?' cried Miss Price, in affected astonishment.
Miss Squeers had brought it about, by aspiring to the high state and condition of being matrimonially engaged, without good grounds for so doing; Miss Price had brought it about, by indulging in three motives of action: first, a desire to punish her friend for laying claim to a rivalship in dignity, having no good title: secondly, the gratification of her own vanity, in receiving the compliments of a smart young man: and thirdly, a wish to convince the corn-factor of the great danger he ran, in deferring the celebration of their expected nuptials; while Nicholas had brought it about, by half an hour's gaiety and thoughtlessness, and a very sincere desire to avoid the imputation of inclining at all to Miss Squeers.
'Why, and here's Fanny in tears now!' exclaimed Miss Price, as if in fresh amazement.
'You are monstrous polite, ma'am,' said Miss Price.
'You needn't take the trouble to make yourself plainer than you are, ma'am, however,' rejoined Miss Price, 'because that's quite unnecessary.'
Miss Price, in rejoinder, congratulated herself upon not being possessed of the envious feeling of other people; whereupon Miss Squeers made some general remark touching the danger of associating with low persons; in which Miss Price entirely coincided: observing that it was very true indeed, and she had thought so a long time.
There's no love lost between us, I assure you,' said Miss Price, tying her bonnet strings with a jerk.
With this parting benediction, Miss Price swept from the room, followed by the huge Yorkshireman, who exchanged with Nicholas, at parting, that peculiarly expressive scowl with which the cut-and- thrust counts, in melodramatic performances, inform each other they will meet again.