:11:01
Would you give us a moment
to discuss your salary?
:11:05
Now then...
:11:06
I suppose we should ascertain
his previous...
:11:08
His previous stipend, of course.
:11:10
Forgive me, sir, your previous salary was?
:11:17
£1 a week, sir.
:11:19
An annual salary of £52.
:11:23
That's rather an unsuitable
emolument for a boy.
:11:25
For such a talented, prospective youth.
:11:33
Mr. Nickleby, we would like to offer you
a position here...
:11:36
working alongside our nephew, Frank.
:11:38
Based on the feeling I had during our walk...
:11:40
as well as by the rapidity
with which you ate that cake...
:11:45
we'd like to begin you on a salary
of £120 a year.
:11:54
Is it not enough?
:11:55
- We won't wait long before improving it.
- No.
:11:59
It is the generosity of it that undoes me.
:12:03
For the first time since Father died...
:12:05
I feel we may at last be in a position
to find happiness.
:12:09
Thank you, both, a thousand times.
:12:17
- Are you at home?
- Yes.
:12:19
- To anybody?
- Yes.
:12:21
- To the tax gatherer?
- No.
:12:23
What about...
:12:28
I'd know your face anywhere.
:12:30
You'd know it better
if your nephew hadn't maltreated it.
:12:34
Who is this?
:12:36
My son, little Wackford.
:12:38
Indeed a specimen
of the Dotheboys's old diet.
:12:42
A miracle of high feeding.
:12:44
His flesh, his firmness.
:12:48
No tears.
:12:50
His oiliness.
:12:52
I'd expect nothing less.
:12:55
And Mrs. Squeers, how is...
:12:59
Mrs. Squeers is as she always is.
A joy to all them as knows her.