rietta Petowker, the talented Henrietta Petowker, has a fortune in herself, and I am going to——"
"To make her Mrs. Lillyvick?" suggested Nicholas.
"No, Sir, not to make her Mrs. Lillyvick," replied the collector. "Actresses, Sir, always keep their maiden names, that's the regular thing—but I'm going to marry her; and the day after to-morrow, too."
"I congratulate you, Sir," said Nicholas.
"Thank you, Sir," replied the collector, buttoning his waistcoat. "I shall draw her salary, of course, and I hope after all that it's nearly as cheap to keep two as it is to keep one; that's a consolation."
"Surely you don't want any consolation at such a moment?" observed Nicholas.
"No," replied Mr. Lillyvick, shaking his head nervously: "no—of course not."
"But how come you both here, if you're going to be married, Mr. Lillyvick?" asked Nicholas.
"Why, that's what I came to explain to you," replied the collector of water-rate. "The fact is, we have thought it best to keep it secret from the family."
"Family!" said Nicholas. "What family?"
"The Kenwigses of course," rejoined Mr. Lillyvick. "If my niece and the children had known a word about it before I came away, they'd have gone into fits at my feet, and never have come out of 'em till I took an oath not to marry anybody—or they'd have got out a commission of lunacy, or some dreadful thing," said the collector, quite trembling as he spoke.
"To be sure," said Nicholas. "Yes; they would have been jealous, no doubt."
"To prevent which," said Mr. Lillyvick, "Henrietta Petowker (it was settled between us) should, come down here to her friends, the Crummleses, under pretence of this engagement, and I should go down to Guildford the day before, and join her on the coach there, which I did, and we came down from Guildford yesterday together. Now, for fear you should be writing to Mr. Noggs, and might say anything about us, we have thought it best to let you into the secret. We shall be married from the Crummleses' lodgings, and shall be delighted to see you—either before church or at breakfast-time, which you like. It won't be expensive, you know," said the collector, highly anxious to prevent any misunderstanding on this point; "just muffins and coffee, with perhaps a shrimp or something of that sort for a relish, you know."
"Yes, yes, I understand," replied Nicholas. "Oh, I shall be most happy to come; it will give me the greatest pleasure. Where's the lady stopping—with Mrs. Crummles?"
"Why, no," said the collector; "they couldn't very well dispose of her at night, and so she is staying with an acquaintance of hers, and another young lady; they both belong to the theatre."
"Miss Snevellicci, I suppose?" said Nicholas.
"Yes, that's the name."
