Chapter 5

Nicholas Nickleby

by Charles Dickens

Nicholas starts for Yorkshire. Of his Leave-taking and his
Fellow- Travellers, and what befell them on the Road

If tears dropped into a trunk were charms to preserve its owner
from sorrow and misfortune, Nicholas Nickleby would have commenced
his expedition under most happy auspices. There was so much to be
done, and so little time to do it in; so many kind words to be
spoken, and such bitter pain in the hearts in which they rose to
impede their utterance; that the little preparations for his journey
were made mournfully indeed. A hundred things which the anxious care
of his mother and sister deemed indispensable for his comfort,
Nicholas insisted on leaving behind, as they might prove of some
after use, or might be convertible into money if occasion required.
A hundred affectionate contests on such points as these, took place
on the sad night which preceded his departure; and, as the
termination of every angerless dispute brought them nearer and nearer
to the close of their slight preparations, Kate grew busier and
busier, and wept more silently.

The box was packed at last, and then there came supper, with
some little delicacy provided for the occasion, and as a set-off
against the expense of which, Kate and her mother had feigned to dine
when Nicholas was out. The poor lady nearly choked himself by
attempting to partake of it, and almost suffocated himself in
affecting a jest or two, and forcing a melancholy laugh. Thus, they
lingered on till the hour of separating for the night was long past;
and then they found that they might as well have given vent to their
real feelings before, for they could not suppress them, do what they
would. So, they let them have their way, and even that was a
relief.

Nicholas slept well till six next morning; dreamed of home, or
of what was home once--no matter which, for things that are changed
or gone will come back as they used to be, thank God! in sleep--and
rose quite brisk and gay. He wrote a few lines in pencil, to say the
goodbye which he was afraid to pronounce himself, and laying them,
with half his scanty stock of money, at his sister's door, shouldered
his box and crept softly downstairs.

'Is that you, Hannah?' cried a voice from Miss La Creevy's
sitting- room, whence shone the light of a feeble candle.

'It is I, Miss La Creevy,' said Nicholas, putting down the box
and looking in.

'Bless us!' exclaimed Miss La Creevy, starting and putting her
hand to her curl-papers. 'You're up very early, Mr Nickleby.'

'So are you,' replied Nicholas.

'It's the fine arts that bring me out of bed, Mr Nickleby,'
returned the lady. 'I'm waiting for the light to carry out an
idea.'

Miss La Creevy had got up early to put a fancy nose into a
miniature of an ugly little boy, destined for his grandmother in the
country, who was expected to bequeath him property if he was like the
family.

'To carry out an idea,' repeated Miss La Creevy; 'and that's the
great convenience of living in a thoroughfare like the Strand. When
I want a nose or an eye for any particular sitter, I have only to
look out of window and wait till I get one.'

'Does it take long to get a nose, now?' inquired Nicholas,
smiling.

'Why, that depends in a great measure on the pattern,' replied
Miss La Creevy. 'Snubs and Romans are plentiful enough, and there
are flats of all sorts and sizes when there's a meeting at Exeter
Hall; but perfect aquilines, I am sorry to say, are scarce, and we
generally use them for uniforms or public characters.'

'Indeed!' said Nicholas. 'If I should meet with any in my
travels, I'll endeavour to sketch them for you.'

'You don't mean to say that you are really going all the way
down into Yorkshire this cold winter's weather, Mr Nickleby?' said
Miss La Creevy. 'I heard something of it last night.'

'I do, indeed,' replied Nicholas. 'Needs must, you know, when
somebody drives. Necessity is my driver, and that is only another
name for the same gentleman.'

'Well, I am very sorry for it; that's all I can say,' said Miss
La Creevy; 'as much on your mother's and sister's account as on
yours. Your sister is a very pretty young lady, Mr Nickleby, and that
is an additional reason why she should have somebody to protect her.
I persuaded her to give me a sitting or two, for the street-door
case. 'Ah! she'll make a sweet miniature.' As Miss La Creevy spoke,
she held up an ivory countenance intersected with very perceptible
sky- blue veins, and regarded it with so much complacency, that
Nicholas quite envied her.

'If you ever have an opportunity of showing Kate some little
kindness,' said Nicholas, presenting his hand, 'I think you will.'

'Depend upon that,' said the good-natured miniature painter;
'and God bless you, Mr Nickleby; and I wish you well.'

It was very little that Nicholas knew of the world, but he
guessed enough about its ways to think, that if he gave Miss La
Creevy one little kiss, perhaps she might not be the less kindly
disposed towards those he was leaving behind. So, he gave her three
or four with a kind of jocose gallantry, and Miss La Creevy evinced
no greater symptoms of displeasure than declaring, as she adjusted
her yellow turban, that she had never heard of such a thing, and
couldn't have believed it possible.

Having terminated the unexpected interview in this satisfactory
manner, Nicholas hastily withdrew himself from the house. By the
time he had found a man to carry his box it was only seven o'clock,
so he walked slowly on, a little in advance of the porter, and very
probably with not half as light a heart in his breast as the man had,
although he had no waistcoat to cover it with, and had evidently,
from the appearance of his other garments, been spending the night in
a stable, and taking his breakfast at a pump.

Regarding, with no small curiosity and interest, all the busy
preparations for the coming day which every street and almost every
house displayed; and thinking, now and then, that it seemed rather
hard that so many people of all ranks and stations could earn a
livelihood in London, and that he should be compelled to journey so
far in search of one; Nicholas speedily arrived at the Saracen's
Head, Snow Hill. Having dismissed his attendant, and seen the box
safely deposited in the coach-office, he looked into the coffee-room
in search of Mr Squeers.

He found that learned gentleman sitting at breakfast, with the
three little boys before noticed, and two others who had turned up by
some lucky chance since the interview of the previous day, ranged in
a row on the opposite seat. Mr Squeers had before him a small
measure of coffee, a plate of hot toast, and a cold round of beef;
but he was at that moment intent on preparing breakfast for the
little boys.

'This is twopenn'orth of milk, is it, waiter?' said Mr Squeers,
looking down into a large blue mug, and slanting it gently, so as to
get an accurate view of the quantity of liquid contained in it.

'That's twopenn'orth, sir,' replied the waiter.

'What a rare article milk is, to be sure, in London!' said Mr
Squeers, with a sigh. 'Just fill that mug up with lukewarm water,
William, will you?'

'To the wery top, sir?' inquired the waiter. 'Why, the milk
will be drownded.'

'Never you mind that,' replied Mr Squeers. 'Serve it right for
being so dear. You ordered that thick bread and butter for three,
did you?'

'Coming directly, sir.'

'You needn't hurry yourself,' said Squeers; 'there's plenty of
time. Conquer your passions, boys, and don't be eager after vittles.'
As he uttered this moral precept, Mr Squeers took a large bite out of
the cold beef, and recognised Nicholas.

'Sit down, Mr Nickleby,' said Squeers. 'Here we are, a
breakfasting you see!'

Nicholas did not see that anybody was breakfasting, except Mr
Squeers; but he bowed with all becoming reverence, and looked as
cheerful as he could.

'Oh! that's the milk and water, is it, William?' said Squeers.
'Very good; don't forget the bread and butter presently.'

At this fresh mention of the bread and butter, the five little
boys looked very eager, and followed the waiter out, with their eyes;
meanwhile Mr Squeers tasted the milk and water.

'Ah!' said that gentleman, smacking his lips, 'here's richness!
Think of the many beggars and orphans in the streets that would be
glad of this, little boys. A shocking thing hunger, isn't it, Mr
Nickleby?'

'Very shocking, sir,' said Nicholas.

'When I say number one,' pursued Mr Squeers, putting the mug
before the children, 'the boy on the left hand nearest the window may
take a drink; and when I say number two, the boy next him will go in,
and so till we come to number five, which is the last boy. Are you
ready?'

'Yes, sir,' cried all the little boys with great eagerness.

'That's right,' said Squeers, calmly getting on with his
breakfast; 'keep ready till I tell you to begin. Subdue your
appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human natur. This is the
way we inculcate strength of mind, Mr Nickleby,' said the
schoolmaster, turning to Nicholas, and speaking with his mouth very
full of beef and toast.

Nicholas murmured something--he knew not what--in reply; and the
little boys, dividing their gaze between the mug, the bread and
butter (which had by this time arrived), and every morsel which Mr
Squeers took into his mouth, remained with strained eyes in torments
of expectation.

'Thank God for a good breakfast,' said Squeers, when he had
finished. 'Number one may take a drink.'

Number one seized the mug ravenously, and had just drunk enough
to make him wish for more, when Mr Squeers gave the signal for number
two, who gave up at the same interesting moment to number three; and
the process was repeated until the milk and water terminated with
number five.

'And now,' said the schoolmaster, dividing the bread and butter
for three into as many portions as there were children, 'you had
better look sharp with your breakfast, for the horn will blow in a
minute or two, and then every boy leaves off.'

Permission being thus given to fall to, the boys began to eat
voraciously, and in desperate haste: while the schoolmaster (who was
in high good humour after his meal) picked his teeth with a fork, and
looked smilingly on. In a very short time, the horn was heard.

'I thought it wouldn't be long,' said Squeers, jumping up and
producing a little basket from under the seat; 'put what you haven't
had time to eat, in here, boys! You'll want it on the road!'

Nicholas was considerably startled by these very economical
arrangements; but he had no time to reflect upon them, for the little
boys had to be got up to the top of the coach, and their boxes had to
be brought out and put in, and Mr Squeers's luggage was to be seen
carefully deposited in the boot, and all these offices were in his
department. He was in the full heat and bustle of concluding these
operations, when his uncle, Mr Ralph Nickleby, accosted him.

'Oh! here you are, sir!' said Ralph. 'Here are your mother and
sister, sir.'

'Where?' cried Nicholas, looking hastily round.

'Here!' replied his uncle. 'Having too much money and nothing
at all to do with it, they were paying a hackney coach as I came up,
sir.'

'We were afraid of being too late to see him before he went away
from us,' said Mrs Nickleby, embracing her son, heedless of the
unconcerned lookers-on in the coach-yard.

'Very good, ma'am,' returned Ralph, 'you're the best judge of
course. I merely said that you were paying a hackney coach. I never
pay a hackney coach, ma'am; I never hire one. I haven't been in a
hackney coach of my own hiring, for thirty years, and I hope I shan't
be for thirty more, if I live as long.'

'I should never have forgiven myself if I had not seen him,'
said Mrs Nickleby. 'Poor dear boy--going away without his breakfast
too, because he feared to distress us!'

'Mighty fine certainly,' said Ralph, with great testiness.
'When I first went to business, ma'am, I took a penny loaf and a
ha'porth of milk for my breakfast as I walked to the city every
morning; what do you say to that, ma'am? Breakfast! Bah!'

'Now, Nickleby,' said Squeers, coming up at the moment buttoning
his greatcoat; 'I think you'd better get up behind. I'm afraid of
one of them boys falling off and then there's twenty pound a year
gone.'

'Dear Nicholas,' whispered Kate, touching her brother's arm,
'who is that vulgar man?'

'Eh!' growled Ralph, whose quick ears had caught the inquiry.
'Do you wish to be introduced to Mr Squeers, my dear?'

'That the schoolmaster! No, uncle. Oh no!' replied Kate,
shrinking back.

'I'm sure I heard you say as much, my dear,' retorted Ralph in
his cold sarcastic manner. 'Mr Squeers, here's my niece: Nicholas's
sister!'

'Very glad to make your acquaintance, miss,' said Squeers,
raising his hat an inch or two. 'I wish Mrs Squeers took gals, and
we had you for a teacher. I don't know, though, whether she mightn't
grow jealous if we had. Ha! ha! ha!'

If the proprietor of Dotheboys Hall could have known what was
passing in his assistant's breast at that moment, he would have
discovered, with some surprise, that he was as near being soundly
pummelled as he had ever been in his life. Kate Nickleby, having a
quicker perception of her brother's emotions, led him gently aside,
and thus prevented Mr Squeers from being impressed with the fact in a
peculiarly disagreeable manner.

'My dear Nicholas,' said the young lady, 'who is this man? What
kind of place can it be that you are going to?'

'I hardly know, Kate,' replied Nicholas, pressing his sister's
hand. 'I suppose the Yorkshire folks are rather rough and
uncultivated; that's all.'

'But this person,' urged Kate.

'Is my employer, or master, or whatever the proper name may be,'
replied Nicholas quickly; 'and I was an ass to take his coarseness
ill. They are looking this way, and it is time I was in my place.
Bless you, love, and goodbye! Mother, look forward to our meeting
again someday! Uncle, farewell! Thank you heartily for all you have
done and all you mean to do. Quite ready, sir!'

With these hasty adieux, Nicholas mounted nimbly to his seat,
and waved his hand as gallantly as if his heart went with it.

At this moment, when the coachman and guard were comparing notes
for the last time before starting, on the subject of the way-bill;
when porters were screwing out the last reluctant sixpences,
itinerant newsmen making the last offer of a morning paper, and the
horses giving the last impatient rattle to their harness; Nicholas
felt somebody pulling softly at his leg. He looked down, and there
stood Newman Noggs, who pushed up into his hand a dirty letter.

'What's this?' inquired Nicholas.

'Hush!' rejoined Noggs, pointing to Mr Ralph Nickleby, who was
saying a few earnest words to Squeers, a short distance off: 'Take
it. Read it. Nobody knows. That's all.'

'Stop!' cried Nicholas.

'No,' replied Noggs.

Nicholas cried stop, again, but Newman Noggs was gone.

A minute's bustle, a banging of the coach doors, a swaying of
the vehicle to one side, as the heavy coachman, and still heavier
guard, climbed into their seats; a cry of all right, a few notes from
the horn, a hasty glance of two sorrowful faces below, and the hard
features of Mr Ralph Nickleby--and the coach was gone too, and
rattling over the stones of Smithfield.

The little boys' legs being too short to admit of their feet
resting upon anything as they sat, and the little boys' bodies being
consequently in imminent hazard of being jerked off the coach,
Nicholas had enough to do over the stones to hold them on. Between
the manual exertion and the mental anxiety attendant upon this task,
he was not a little relieved when the coach stopped at the Peacock at
Islington. He was still more relieved when a hearty-looking
gentleman, with a very good-humoured face, and a very fresh colour,
got up behind, and proposed to take the other corner of the seat.

'If we put some of these youngsters in the middle,' said the
new- comer, 'they'll be safer in case of their going to sleep;
eh?'

'If you'll have the goodness, sir,' replied Squeers, 'that'll be
the very thing. Mr Nickleby, take three of them boys between you and
the gentleman. Belling and the youngest Snawley can sit between me
and the guard. Three children,' said Squeers, explaining to the
stranger, 'books as two.'

'I have not the least objection I am sure,' said the
fresh-coloured gentleman; 'I have a brother who wouldn't object to
book his six children as two at any butcher's or baker's in the
kingdom, I dare say. Far from it.'

'Six children, sir?' exclaimed Squeers.

'Yes, and all boys,' replied the stranger.

'Mr Nickleby,' said Squeers, in great haste, 'catch hold of that
basket. Let me give you a card, sir, of an establishment where those
six boys can be brought up in an enlightened, liberal, and moral
manner, with no mistake at all about it, for twenty guineas a year
each--twenty guineas, sir--or I'd take all the boys together upon a
average right through, and say a hundred pound a year for the
lot.'

'Oh!' said the gentleman, glancing at the card, 'you are the Mr
Squeers mentioned here, I presume?'

'Yes, I am, sir,' replied the worthy pedagogue; 'Mr Wackford
Squeers is my name, and I'm very far from being ashamed of it. These
are some of my boys, sir; that's one of my assistants, sir--Mr
Nickleby, a gentleman's son, amd a good scholar, mathematical,
classical, and commercial. We don't do things by halves at our shop.
All manner of learning my boys take down, sir; the expense is never
thought of; and they get paternal treatment and washing in.'

'Upon my word,' said the gentleman, glancing at Nicholas with a
half-smile, and a more than half expression of surprise, 'these are
advantages indeed.'

'You may say that, sir,' rejoined Squeers, thrusting his hands
into his great-coat pockets. 'The most unexceptionable references
are given and required. I wouldn't take a reference with any boy,
that wasn't responsible for the payment of five pound five a quarter,
no, not if you went down on your knees, and asked me, with the tears
running down your face, to do it.'

'Highly considerate,' said the passenger.

'It's my great aim and end to be considerate, sir,' rejoined
Squeers. 'Snawley, junior, if you don't leave off chattering your
teeth, and shaking with the cold, I'll warm you with a severe
thrashing in about half a minute's time.'

'Sit fast here, genelmen,' said the guard as he clambered up.

'All right behind there, Dick?' cried the coachman.

'All right,' was the reply. 'Off she goes!' And off she did
go--if coaches be feminine--amidst a loud flourish from the guard's
horn, and the calm approval of all the judges of coaches and
coach-horses congregated at the Peacock, but more especially of the
helpers, who stood, with the cloths over their arms, watching the
coach till it disappeared, and then lounged admiringly stablewards,
bestowing various gruff encomiums on the beauty of the turn-out.

When the guard (who was a stout old Yorkshireman) had blown
himself quite out of breath, he put the horn into a little tunnel of
a basket fastened to the coach-side for the purpose, and giving
himself a plentiful shower of blows on the chest and shoulders,
observed it was uncommon cold; after which, he demanded of every
person separately whether he was going right through, and if not,
where he was going. Satisfactory replies being made to these
queries, he surmised that the roads were pretty heavy arter that fall
last night, and took the liberty of asking whether any of them
gentlemen carried a snuff-box. It happening that nobody did, he
remarked with a mysterious air that he had heard a medical gentleman
as went down to Grantham last week, say how that snuff-taking was bad
for the eyes; but for his part he had never found it so, and what he
said was, that everybody should speak as they found. Nobody
attempting to controvert this position, he took a small brown-paper
parcel out of his hat, and putting on a pair of horn spectacles (the
writing being crabbed) read the direction half-a-dozen times over;
having done which, he consigned the parcel to its old place, put up
his spectacles again, and stared at everybody in turn. After this,
he took another blow at the horn by way of refreshment; and, having
now exhausted his usual topics of conversation, folded his arms as
well as he could in so many coats, and falling into a solemn silence,
looked carelessly at the familiar objects which met his eye on every
side as the coach rolled on; the only things he seemed to care for,
being horses and droves of cattle, which he scrutinised with a
critical air as they were passed upon the road.

The weather was intensely and bitterly cold; a great deal of
snow fell from time to time; and the wind was intolerably keen. Mr
Squeers got down at almost every stage--to stretch his legs as he
said--and as he always came back from such excursions with a very red
nose, and composed himself to sleep directly, there is reason to
suppose that he derived great benefit from the process. The little
pupils having been stimulated with the remains of their breakfast,
and further invigorated by sundry small cups of a curious cordial
carried by Mr Squeers, which tasted very like toast-and-water put
into a brandy bottle by mistake, went to sleep, woke, shivered, and
cried, as their feelings prompted. Nicholas and the good-tempered
man found so many things to talk about, that between conversing
together, and cheering up the boys, the time passed with them as
rapidly as it could, under such adverse circumstances.

So the day wore on. At Eton Slocomb there was a good coach
dinner, of which the box, the four front outsides, the one inside,
Nicholas, the good-tempered man, and Mr Squeers, partook; while the
five little boys were put to thaw by the fire, and regaled with
sandwiches. A stage or two further on, the lamps were lighted, and a
great to-do occasioned by the taking up, at a roadside inn, of a very
fastidious lady with an infinite variety of cloaks and small parcels,
who loudly lamented, for the behoof of the outsides, the non-arrival
of her own carriage which was to have taken her on, and made the
guard solemnly promise to stop every green chariot he saw coming;
which, as it was a dark night and he was sitting with his face the
other way, that officer undertook, with many fervent asseverations,
to do. Lastly, the fastidious lady, finding there was a solitary
gentleman inside, had a small lamp lighted which she carried in
reticule, and being after much trouble shut in, the horses were put
into a brisk canter and the coach was once more in rapid motion.

The night and the snow came on together, and dismal enough they
were. There was no sound to be heard but the howling of the wind;
for the noise of the wheels, and the tread of the horses' feet, were
rendered inaudible by the thick coating of snow which covered the
ground, and was fast increasing every moment. The streets of
Stamford were deserted as they passed through the town; and its old
churches rose, frowning and dark, from the whitened ground. Twenty
miles further on, two of the front outside passengers, wisely
availing themselves of their arrival at one of the best inns in
England, turned in, for the night, at the George at Grantham. The
remainder wrapped themselves more closely in their coats and cloaks,
and leaving the light and warmth of the town behind them, pillowed
themselves against the luggage, and prepared, with many half-
suppressed moans, again to encounter the piercing blast which swept
across the open country.

They were little more than a stage out of Grantham, or about
halfway between it and Newark, when Nicholas, who had been asleep for
a short time, was suddenly roused by a violent jerk which nearly
threw him from his seat. Grasping the rail, he found that the coach
had sunk greatly on one side, though it was still dragged forward by
the horses; and while--confused by their plunging and the loud
screams of the lady inside--he hesitated, for an instant, whether to
jump off or not, the vehicle turned easily over, and relieved him
from all further uncertainty by flinging him into the road.