"Three pa.s.sengers," returned the guard.
"Then I ask the three pa.s.sengers to witness this bargain, if they will be so good," said the voice. "My boy, I think we may safely get in."
In pursuance of which opinion, two people took their seats in the vehicle, which was solemnly licensed by Act of Parliament to carry any six persons who could be got in at the door.
"That was lucky!" whispered the old man, when they moved on again. "And a great stroke of policy in you to observe it. He, he, he! We couldn"t have gone outside. I should have died of the rheumatism!"
Whether it occurred to the dutiful son that he had in some degree over-reached himself by contributing to the prolongation of his father"s days; or whether the cold had effected his temper; is doubtful. But he gave his father such a nudge in reply, that that good old gentleman was taken with a cough which lasted for full five minutes without intermission, and goaded Mr Pecksniff to that pitch of irritation, that he said at last--and very suddenly:
"There is no room! There is really no room in this coach for any gentleman with a cold in his head!"
"Mine," said the old man, after a moment"s pause, "is upon my chest, Pecksniff."
The voice and manner, together, now that he spoke out; the composure of the speaker; the presence of his son; and his knowledge of Mr Pecksniff; afforded a clue to his ident.i.ty which it was impossible to mistake.
"Hem! I thought," said Mr Pecksniff, returning to his usual mildness, "that I addressed a stranger. I find that I address a relative, Mr Anthony Chuzzlewit and his son Mr Jonas--for they, my dear children, are our travelling companions--will excuse me for an apparently harsh remark. It is not MY desire to wound the feelings of any person with whom I am connected in family bonds. I may be a Hypocrite," said Mr Pecksniff, cuttingly; "but I am not a Brute."
"Pooh, pooh!" said the old man. "What signifies that word, Pecksniff?
Hypocrite! why, we are all hypocrites. We were all hypocrites t"other day. I am sure I felt that to be agreed upon among us, or I shouldn"t have called you one. We should not have been there at all, if we had not been hypocrites. The only difference between you and the rest was--shall I tell you the difference between you and the rest now, Pecksniff?"
"If you please, my good sir; if you please."
"Why, the annoying quality in YOU, is," said the old man, "that you never have a confederate or partner in YOUR juggling; you would deceive everybody, even those who practise the same art; and have a way with you, as if you--he, he, he!--as if you really believed yourself. I"d lay a handsome wager now," said the old man, "if I laid wagers, which I don"t and never did, that you keep up appearances by a tacit understanding, even before your own daughters here. Now I, when I have a business scheme in hand, tell Jonas what it is, and we discuss it openly. You"re not offended, Pecksniff?"
"Offended, my good sir!" cried that gentleman, as if he had received the highest compliments that language could convey.
"Are you travelling to London, Mr Pecksniff?" asked the son.
"Yes, Mr Jonas, we are travelling to London. We shall have the pleasure of your company all the way, I trust?"
"Oh! ecod, you had better ask father that," said Jonas. "I am not a-going to commit myself."
Mr Pecksniff was, as a matter of course, greatly entertained by this retort. His mirth having subsided, Mr Jonas gave him to understand that himself and parent were in fact travelling to their home in the metropolis; and that, since the memorable day of the great family gathering, they had been tarrying in that part of the country, watching the sale of certain eligible investments, which they had had in their copartnership eye when they came down; for it was their custom, Mr Jonas said, whenever such a thing was practicable, to kill two birds with one stone, and never to throw away sprats, but as bait for whales. When he had communicated to Mr Pecksniff these pithy sc.r.a.ps of intelligence, he said, "That if it was all the same to him, he would turn him over to father, and have a chat with the gals;" and in furtherance of this polite scheme, he vacated his seat adjoining that gentleman, and established himself in the opposite corner, next to the fair Miss Mercy.
The education of Mr Jonas had been conducted from his cradle on the strictest principles of the main chance. The very first word he learnt to spell was "gain," and the second (when he got into two syllables), "money." But for two results, which were not clearly foreseen perhaps by his watchful parent in the beginning, his training may be said to have been unexceptionable. One of these flaws was, that having been long taught by his father to over-reach everybody, he had imperceptibly acquired a love of over-reaching that venerable monitor himself.
The other, that from his early habits of considering everything as a question of property, he had gradually come to look, with impatience, on his parent as a certain amount of personal estate, which had no right whatever to be going at large, but ought to be secured in that particular description of iron safe which is commonly called a coffin, and banked in the grave.
"Well, cousin!" said Mr Jonas--"Because we ARE cousins, you know, a few times removed--so you"re going to London?"
Miss Mercy replied in the affirmative, pinching her sister"s arm at the same time, and giggling excessively.
"Lots of beaux in London, cousin!" said Mr Jonas, slightly advancing his elbow.
"Indeed, sir!" cried the young lady. "They won"t hurt us, sir, I dare say." And having given him this answer with great demureness she was so overcome by her own humour, that she was fain to stifle her merriment in her sister"s shawl.
"Merry," cried that more prudent damsel, "really I am ashamed of you.
How can you go on so? You wild thing!" At which Miss Merry only laughed the more, of course.
"I saw a wildness in her eye, t"other day," said Mr Jonas, addressing Charity. "But you"re the one to sit solemn! I say--You were regularly prim, cousin!"
"Oh! The old-fashioned fright!" cried Merry, in a whisper. "Cherry my dear, upon my word you must sit next him. I shall die outright if he talks to me any more; I shall, positively!" To prevent which fatal consequence, the buoyant creature skipped out of her seat as she spoke, and squeezed her sister into the place from which she had risen.
"Don"t mind crowding me," cried Mr Jonas. "I like to be crowded by gals.
Come a little closer, cousin."
"No, thank you, sir," said Charity.
"There"s that other one a-laughing again," said Mr Jonas; "she"s a-laughing at my father, I shouldn"t wonder. If he puts on that old flannel nightcap of his, I don"t know what she"ll do! Is that my father a-snoring, Pecksniff?"
"Yes, Mr Jonas."
"Tread upon his foot, will you be so good?" said the young gentleman.
"The foot next you"s the gouty one."
Mr Pecksniff hesitating to perform this friendly office, Mr Jonas did it himself; at the same time crying:
"Come, wake up, father, or you"ll be having the nightmare, and screeching out, I know.--Do you ever have the nightmare, cousin?" he asked his neighbour, with characteristic gallantry, as he dropped his voice again.
"Sometimes," answered Charity. "Not often."
"The other one," said Mr Jonas, after a pause. "Does SHE ever have the nightmare?"
"I don"t know," replied Charity. "You had better ask her."
"She laughs so," said Jonas; "there"s no talking to her. Only hark how she"s a-going on now! You"re the sensible one, cousin!"
"Tut, tut!" cried Charity.
"Oh! But you are! You know you are!"
"Mercy is a little giddy," said Miss Charity. But she"ll sober down in time."
"It"ll be a very long time, then, if she does at all," rejoined her cousin. "Take a little more room."
"I am afraid of crowding you," said Charity. But she took it notwithstanding; and after one or two remarks on the extreme heaviness of the coach, and the number of places it stopped at, they fell into a silence which remained unbroken by any member of the party until supper-time.
Although Mr Jonas conducted Charity to the hotel and sat himself beside her at the board, it was pretty clear that he had an eye to "the other one" also, for he often glanced across at Mercy, and seemed to draw comparisons between the personal appearance of the two, which were not unfavourable to the superior plumpness of the younger sister. He allowed himself no great leisure for this kind of observation, however, being busily engaged with the supper, which, as he whispered in his fair companion"s ear, was a contract business, and therefore the more she ate, the better the bargain was. His father and Mr Pecksniff, probably acting on the same wise principle, demolished everything that came within their reach, and by that means acquired a greasy expression of countenance, indicating contentment, if not repletion, which it was very pleasant to contemplate.
When they could eat no more, Mr Pecksniff and Mr Jonas subscribed for two sixpenny-worths of hot brandy-and-water, which the latter gentleman considered a more politic order than one shillingsworth; there being a chance of their getting more spirit out of the innkeeper under this arrangement than if it were all in one gla.s.s. Having swallowed his share of the enlivening fluid, Mr Pecksniff, under pretence of going to see if the coach were ready, went secretly to the bar, and had his own little bottle filled, in order that he might refresh himself at leisure in the dark coach without being observed.
These arrangements concluded, and the coach being ready, they got into their old places and jogged on again. But before he composed himself for a nap, Mr Pecksniff delivered a kind of grace after meat, in these words:
"The process of digestion, as I have been informed by anatomical friends, is one of the most wonderful works of nature. I do not know how it may be with others, but it is a great satisfaction to me to know, when regaling on my humble fare, that I am putting in motion the most beautiful machinery with which we have any acquaintance. I really feel at such times as if I was doing a public service. When I have wound myself up, if I may employ such a term," said Mr Pecksniff with exquisite tenderness, "and know that I am Going, I feel that in the lesson afforded by the works within me, I am a Benefactor to my Kind!"
As nothing could be added to this, nothing was said; and Mr Pecksniff, exulting, it may be presumed, in his moral utility, went to sleep again.
The rest of the night wore away in the usual manner. Mr Pecksniff and Old Anthony kept tumbling against each other and waking up much terrified, or crushed their heads in opposite corners of the coach and strangely tattooed the surface of their faces--Heaven knows how--in their sleep. The coach stopped and went on, and went on and stopped, times out of number. Pa.s.sengers got up and pa.s.sengers got down, and fresh horses came and went and came again, with scarcely any interval between each team as it seemed to those who were dozing, and with a gap of a whole night between every one as it seemed to those who were broad awake. At length they began to jolt and rumble over horribly uneven stones, and Mr Pecksniff looking out of window said it was to-morrow morning, and they were there.