"You"ll be shot, I see," observed Mercy.
"Well!" cried Mr Bailey, "wot if I am? There"s something gamey in it, young ladies, an"t there? I"d sooner be hit with a cannon-ball than a rolling-pin, and she"s always a-catching up something of that sort, and throwing it at me, when the gentlemans" appet.i.tes is good. Wot," said Mr Bailey, stung by the recollection of his wrongs, "wot, if they DO consume the per-vishuns. It an"t MY fault, is it?"
"Surely no one says it is," said Mercy.
"Don"t they though?" retorted the youth. "No. Yes. Ah! oh! No one mayn"t say it is! but some one knows it is. But I an"t a-going to have every rise in prices wisited on me. I an"t a-going to be killed because the markets is dear. I won"t stop. And therefore," added Mr Bailey, relenting into a smile, "wotever you mean to give me, you"d better give me all at once, becos if ever you come back agin, I shan"t be here; and as to the other boy, HE won"t deserve nothing, I know."
The young ladies, on behalf of Mr Pecksniff and themselves, acted on this thoughtful advice; and in consideration of their private friendship, presented Mr Bailey with a gratuity so liberal that he could hardly do enough to show his grat.i.tude; which found but an imperfect vent, during the remainder of the day, in divers secret slaps upon his pocket, and other such facetious pantomime. Nor was it confined to these ebullitions; for besides crushing a bandbox, with a bonnet in it, he seriously damaged Mr Pecksniff"s luggage, by ardently hauling it down from the top of the house; and in short evinced, by every means in his power, a lively sense of the favours he had received from that gentleman and his family.
Mr Pecksniff and Mr Jinkins came home to dinner arm-in-arm; for the latter gentleman had made half-holiday on purpose; thus gaining an immense advantage over the youngest gentleman and the rest, whose time, as it perversely chanced, was all bespoke, until the evening. The bottle of wine was Mr Pecksniff"s treat, and they were very sociable indeed; though full of lamentations on the necessity of parting. While they were in the midst of their enjoyment, old Anthony and his son were announced; much to the surprise of Mr Pecksniff, and greatly to the discomfiture of Jinkins.
"Come to say good-bye, you see," said Anthony, in a low voice, to Mr Pecksniff, as they took their seats apart at the table, while the rest conversed among themselves. "Where"s the use of a division between you and me? We are the two halves of a pair of scissors, when apart, Pecksniff; but together we are something. Eh?"
"Unanimity, my good sir," rejoined Mr Pecksniff, "is always delightful."
"I don"t know about that," said the old man, "for there are some people I would rather differ from than agree with. But you know my opinion of you."
Mr Pecksniff, still having "hypocrite" in his mind, only replied by a motion of his head, which was something between an affirmative bow, and a negative shake.
"Complimentary," said Anthony. "Complimentary, upon my word. It was an involuntary tribute to your abilities, even at the time; and it was not a time to suggest compliments either. But we agreed in the coach, you know, that we quite understood each other."
"Oh, quite!" a.s.sented Mr Pecksniff, in a manner which implied that he himself was misunderstood most cruelly, but would not complain.
Anthony glanced at his son as he sat beside Miss Charity, and then at Mr Pecksniff, and then at his son again, very many times. It happened that Mr Pecksniff"s glances took a similar direction; but when he became aware of it, he first cast down his eyes, and then closed them; as if he were determined that the old man should read nothing there.
"Jonas is a shrewd lad," said the old man.
"He appears," rejoined Mr Pecksniff in his most candid manner, "to be very shrewd."
"And careful," said the old man.
"And careful, I have no doubt," returned Mr Pecksniff.
"Look ye!" said Anthony in his ear. "I think he is sweet upon you daughter."
"Tut, my good sir," said Mr Pecksniff, with his eyes still closed; "young people--young people--a kind of cousins, too--no more sweetness than is in that, sir."
"Why, there is very little sweetness in that, according to our experience," returned Anthony. "Isn"t there a trifle more here?"
"Impossible to say," rejoined Mr Pecksniff. "Quite impossible! You surprise me."
"Yes, I know that," said the old man, drily. "It may last; I mean the sweetness, not the surprise; and it may die off. Supposing it should last, perhaps (you having feathered your nest pretty well, and I having done the same), we might have a mutual interest in the matter."
Mr Pecksniff, smiling gently, was about to speak, but Anthony stopped him.
"I know what you are going to say. It"s quite unnecessary. You have never thought of this for a moment; and in a point so nearly affecting the happiness of your dear child, you couldn"t, as a tender father, express an opinion; and so forth. Yes, quite right. And like you! But it seems to me, my dear Pecksniff," added Anthony, laying his hand upon his sleeve, "that if you and I kept up the joke of pretending not to see this, one of us might possibly be placed in a position of disadvantage; and as I am very unwilling to be that party myself, you will excuse my taking the liberty of putting the matter beyond a doubt thus early; and having it distinctly understood, as it is now, that we do see it, and do know it. Thank you for your attention. We are now upon an equal footing; which is agreeable to us both, I am sure."
He rose as he spoke; and giving Mr Pecksniff a nod of intelligence, moved away from him to where the young people were sitting; leaving that good man somewhat puzzled and discomfited by such very plain dealing, and not quite free from a sense of having been foiled in the exercise of his familiar weapons.
But the night-coach had a punctual character, and it was time to join it at the office; which was so near at hand that they had already sent their luggage and arranged to walk. Thither the whole party repaired, therefore, after no more delay than sufficed for the equipment of the Miss Pecksniffs and Mrs Todgers. They found the coach already at its starting-place, and the horses in; there, too, were a large majority of the commercial gentlemen, including the youngest, who was visibly agitated, and in a state of deep mental dejection.
Nothing could equal the distress of Mrs Todgers in parting from the young ladies, except the strong emotions with which she bade adieu to Mr Pecksniff. Never surely was a pocket-handkerchief taken in and out of a flat reticule so often as Mrs Todgers"s was, as she stood upon the pavement by the coach-door supported on either side by a commercial gentleman; and by the sight of the coach-lamps caught such brief s.n.a.t.c.hes and glimpses of the good man"s face, as the constant interposition of Mr Jinkins allowed. For Jinkins, to the last the youngest gentleman"s rock a-head in life, stood upon the coachstep talking to the ladies. Upon the other step was Mr Jonas, who maintained that position in right of his cousinship; whereas the youngest gentleman, who had been first upon the ground, was deep in the booking-office among the black and red placards, and the portraits of fast coaches, where he was ignominiously hara.s.sed by porters, and had to contend and strive perpetually with heavy baggage. This false position, combined with his nervous excitement, brought about the very consummation and catastrophe of his miseries; for when in the moment of parting he aimed a flower, a hothouse flower that had cost money, at the fair hand of Mercy, it reached, instead, the coachman on the box, who thanked him kindly, and stuck it in his b.u.t.tonhole.
They were off now; and Todgers"s was alone again. The two young ladies, leaning back in their separate corners, resigned themselves to their own regretful thoughts. But Mr Pecksniff, dismissing all ephemeral considerations of social pleasure and enjoyment, concentrated his meditations on the one great virtuous purpose before him, of casting out that ingrate and deceiver, whose presence yet troubled his domestic hearth, and was a sacrilege upon the altars of his household G.o.ds.
CHAPTER TWELVE
WILL BE SEEN IN THE LONG RUN, IF NOT IN THE SHORT ONE, TO CONCERN MR PINCH AND OTHERS, NEARLY. MR PECKSNIFF a.s.sERTS THE DIGNITY OF OUTRAGED VIRTUE. YOUNG MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT FORMS A DESPERATE RESOLUTION
Mr Pinch and Martin, little dreaming of the stormy weather that impended, made themselves very comfortable in the Pecksniffian halls, and improved their friendship daily. Martin"s facility, both of invention and execution, being remarkable, the grammar-school proceeded with great vigour; and Tom repeatedly declared, that if there were anything like certainty in human affairs, or impartiality in human judges, a design so new and full of merit could not fail to carry off the first prize when the time of compet.i.tion arrived. Without being quite so sanguine himself, Martin had his hopeful antic.i.p.ations too; and they served to make him brisk and eager at his task.
"If I should turn out a great architect, Tom," said the new pupil one day, as he stood at a little distance from his drawing, and eyed it with much complacency, "I"ll tell you what should be one of the things I"d build."
"Aye!" cried Tom. "What?"
"Why, your fortune."
"No!" said Tom Pinch, quite as much delighted as if the thing were done.
"Would you though? How kind of you to say so."
"I"d build it up, Tom," returned Martin, "on such a strong foundation, that it should last your life--aye, and your children"s lives too, and their children"s after them. I"d be your patron, Tom. I"d take you under my protection. Let me see the man who should give the cold shoulder to anybody I chose to protect and patronise, if I were at the top of the tree, Tom!"
"Now, I don"t think," said Mr Pinch, "upon my word, that I was ever more gratified than by this. I really don"t."
"Oh! I mean what I say," retorted Martin, with a manner as free and easy in its condescension to, not to say in its compa.s.sion for, the other, as if he were already First Architect in ordinary to all the Crowned Heads in Europe. "I"d do it. I"d provide for you."
"I am afraid," said Tom, shaking his head, "that I should be a mighty awkward person to provide for."
"Pooh, pooh!" rejoined Martin. "Never mind that. If I took it in my head to say, "Pinch is a clever fellow; I approve of Pinch;" I should like to know the man who would venture to put himself in opposition to me.
Besides, confound it, Tom, you could be useful to me in a hundred ways."
"If I were not useful in one or two, it shouldn"t be for want of trying," said Tom.
"For instance," pursued Martin, after a short reflection, "you"d be a capital fellow, now, to see that my ideas were properly carried out; and to overlook the works in their progress before they were sufficiently advanced to be very interesting to ME; and to take all that sort of plain sailing. Then you"d be a splendid fellow to show people over my studio, and to talk about Art to "em, when I couldn"t be bored myself, and all that kind of thing. For it would be devilish creditable, Tom (I"m quite in earnest, I give you my word), to have a man of your information about one, instead of some ordinary blockhead. Oh, I"d take care of you. You"d be useful, rely upon it!"
To say that Tom had no idea of playing first fiddle in any social orchestra, but was always quite satisfied to be set down for the hundred and fiftieth violin in the band, or thereabouts, is to express his modesty in very inadequate terms. He was much delighted, therefore, by these observations.
"I should be married to her then, Tom, of course," said Martin.
What was that which checked Tom Pinch so suddenly, in the high flow of his gladness; bringing the blood into his honest cheeks, and a remorseful feeling to his honest heart, as if he were unworthy of his friend"s regard?
"I should be married to her then," said Martin, looking with a smile towards the light; "and we should have, I hope, children about us.
They"d be very fond of you, Tom."
But not a word said Mr Pinch. The words he would have uttered died upon his lips, and found a life more spiritual in self-denying thoughts.