"When are you to be married?"
"Oh! dear Mr Chuzzlewit, my goodness me! I"m sure I don"t know. Not yet awhile, I hope."
"You hope?" said the old man.
It was very gravely said, but she took it for banter, and giggled excessively.
"Come!" said the old man, with unusual kindness, "you are young, good-looking, and I think good-natured! Frivolous you are, and love to be, undoubtedly; but you must have some heart."
"I have not given it all away, I can tell you," said Merry, nodding her head shrewdly, and plucking up the gra.s.s.
"Have you parted with any of it?"
She threw the gra.s.s about, and looked another way, but said nothing.
Martin repeated his question.
"Lor, my dear Mr Chuzzlewit! really you must excuse me! How very odd you are."
"If it be odd in me to desire to know whether you love the young man whom I understand you are to marry, I AM very odd," said Martin. "For that is certainly my wish."
"He"s such a monster, you know," said Merry, pouting.
"Then you don"t love him?" returned the old man. "Is that your meaning?"
"Why, my dear Mr Chuzzlewit, I"m sure I tell him a hundred times a day that I hate him. You must have heard me tell him that."
"Often," said Martin.
"And so I do," cried Merry. "I do positively."
"Being at the same time engaged to marry him," observed the old man.
"Oh yes," said Merry. "But I told the wretch--my dear Mr Chuzzlewit, I told him when he asked me--that if I ever did marry him, it should only be that I might hate and tease him all my life."
She had a suspicion that the old man regarded Jonas with anything but favour, and intended these remarks to be extremely captivating. He did not appear, however, to regard them in that light by any means; for when he spoke again, it was in a tone of severity.
"Look about you," he said, pointing to the graves; "and remember that from your bridal hour to the day which sees you brought as low as these, and laid in such a bed, there will be no appeal against him. Think, and speak, and act, for once, like an accountable creature. Is any control put upon your inclinations? Are you forced into this match? Are you insidiously advised or tempted to contract it, by any one? I will not ask by whom; by any one?"
"No," said Merry, shrugging her shoulders. "I don"t know that I am."
"Don"t know that you are! Are you?"
"No," replied Merry. "n.o.body ever said anything to me about it. If any one had tried to make me have him, I wouldn"t have had him at all."
"I am told that he was at first supposed to be your sister"s admirer,"
said Martin.
"Oh, good gracious! My dear Mr Chuzzlewit, it would be very hard to make him, though he IS a monster, accountable for other people"s vanity,"
said Merry. "And poor dear Cherry is the vainest darling!"
"It was her mistake, then?"
"I hope it was," cried Merry; "but, all along, the dear child has been so dreadfully jealous, and SO cross, that, upon my word and honour, it"s impossible to please her, and it"s of no use trying."
"Not forced, persuaded, or controlled," said Martin, thoughtfully. "And that"s true, I see. There is one chance yet. You may have lapsed into this engagement in very giddiness. It may have been the wanton act of a light head. Is that so?"
"My dear Mr Chuzzlewit," simpered Merry, "as to light-headedness, there never was such a feather of a head as mine. It"s perfect balloon, I declare! You never DID, you know!"
He waited quietly till she had finished, and then said, steadily and slowly, and in a softened voice, as if he would still invite her confidence:
"Have you any wish--or is there anything within your breast that whispers you may form the wish, if you have time to think--to be released from this engagement?"
Again Miss Merry pouted, and looked down, and plucked the gra.s.s, and shrugged her shoulders. No. She didn"t know that she had. She was pretty sure she hadn"t. Quite sure, she might say. She "didn"t mind it."
"Has it ever occurred to you," said Martin, "that your married life may perhaps be miserable, full of bitterness, and most unhappy?"
Merry looked down again; and now she tore the gra.s.s up by the roots.
"My dear Mr Chuzzlewit, what shocking words! Of course, I shall quarrel with him. I should quarrel with any husband. Married people always quarrel, I believe. But as to being miserable, and bitter, and all those dreadful things, you know, why I couldn"t be absolutely that, unless he always had the best of it; and I mean to have the best of it myself. I always do now," cried Merry, nodding her head and giggling very much; "for I make a perfect slave of the creature."
"Let it go on," said Martin, rising. "Let it go on! I sought to know your mind, my dear, and you have shown it me. I wish you joy. Joy!" he repeated, looking full upon her, and pointing to the wicket-gate where Jonas entered at the moment. And then, without waiting for his nephew, he pa.s.sed out at another gate, and went away.
"Oh, you terrible old man!" cried the facetious Merry to herself. "What a perfectly hideous monster to be wandering about churchyards in the broad daylight, frightening people out of their wits! Don"t come here, Griffin, or I"ll go away directly."
Mr Jonas was the Griffin. He sat down upon the gra.s.s at her side, in spite of this warning, and sulkily inquired:
"What"s my uncle been a-talking about?"
"About you," rejoined Merry. "He says you"re not half good enough for me."
"Oh, yes, I dare say! We all know that. He means to give you some present worth having, I hope. Did he say anything that looked like it?"
"THAT he didn"t!" cried Merry, most decisively.
"A stingy old dog he is," said Jonas. "Well?"
"Griffin!" cried Miss Mercy, in counterfeit amazement; "what are you doing, Griffin?"
"Only giving you a squeeze," said the discomfited Jonas. "There"s no harm in that, I suppose?"
"But there is great deal of harm in it, if I don"t consider it agreeable," returned his cousin. "Do go along, will you? You make me so hot!"
Mr Jonas withdrew his arm, and for a moment looked at her more like a murderer than a lover. But he cleared his brow by degrees, and broke silence with:
"I say, Mel!"
"What do you say, you vulgar thing--you low savage?" cried his fair betrothed.