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Oh vividly! A thousand times!

`We uttered no complaint,' said Mr. Pecksniff. `Occasionally we had the presumption to console ourselves with the remark that Truth would in the end prevail, and Virtue be triumphant; but not often. My loves, you recollect?'

Recollect! Could he doubt it! Dearest pa, what strange unnecessary questions!

`And when I saw you,' resumed Mr. Pecksniff, with still greater deference, `in the little, unassuming village where we take the liberty of dwelling, I said you were mistaken in me, my dear sir: that was all, I think?'

`No, not all,' said Martin, who had been sitting with his hand upon his brow for some time past, and now looked up again: `you said much more, which, added to other circumstances that have come to my knowledge, opened my eyes. You spoke to me, disinterestedly, on behalf of--I needn't name him. You know whom I mean.'

Trouble was expressed in Mr. Pecksniff's visage, as he pressed his hot hands together, and replied, with humility, `Quite disinterestedly, sir, I assure you.'

`I know it,' said old Martin, in his quiet way. `I am sure of it. I said so. It was disinterested too, in you, to draw that herd of harpies off from me, and be their victim yourself; most other men would have suffered them to display themselves in all their rapacity, and would have striven to rise, by contrast, in my estimation. You felt for me, and drew them off, for which I owe you many thanks. Although I left the place, I know what passed behind my back, you see!'

`You amaze me, sir!' cried Mr. Pecksniff; which was true enough.

`My knowledge of your proceedings,' said the old man, does not stop at this. You have a new inmate in your house.'

`Yes, sir,' rejoined the architect, `I have.'

`He must quit it' said Martin.

`For--for yours?' asked Mr. Pecksniff, with a quavering mildness.

`For any shelter he can find,' the old man answered. `He has deceived you.'

`I hope not' said Mr. Pecksniff, eagerly. `I trust not. I have been extremely well disposed towards that young man. I hope it cannot be shown that he has forfeited all claim to my protection. Deceit, deceit, my dear Mr. Chuzzlewit, would be final. I should hold myself bound, on proof of deceit, to renounce him instantly.'

The old man glanced at both his fair supporters, but especially at Miss Mercy, whom, indeed, he looked full in the face, with a greater demonstration of interest than had yet appeared in his features. His gaze again encountered Mr. Pecksniff, as he said, composedly:

`Of course you know that he has made his matrimonial choice?'

`Oh dear!' cried Mr. Pecksniff, rubbing his hair up very stiff upon his head, and staring wildly at his daughters. `This is becoming tremendous!'

`You know the fact?' repeated Martin `Surely not without his grandfather's consent and approbation my dear sir!' cried Mr. Pecksniff. `Don't tell me that. For the honour of human nature, say you're not about to tell me that!'

`I thought he had suppressed it,' said the old man.

The indignation felt by Mr. Pecksniff at this terrible disclosure, was only to be equalled by the kindling anger of his daughters. What! Had they taken to their hearth and home a secretly contracted serpent; a crocodile, who had made a furtive offer of his hand; an imposition on society; a bankrupt bachelor with no effects, trading with the spinster world on false pretences!

And oh, to think that he should have disobeyed and practised on that sweet, that venerable gentleman, whose name he bore; that kind and tender guardian; his more than father (to say nothing at all of mother), horrible, horrible!

To turn him out with ignominy would be treatment much too good. Was there nothing else that could be done to him? Had he incurred no legal pains and penalties? Could it be that the statutes of the land were so remiss as to have affixed no punishment to such delinquency? Monster; how basely had they been deceived!

`I am glad to find you second me so warmly,' said the old man holding up his hand to stay the torrent of their wrath. `I will not deny that it is a pleasure to me to find you so full of zeal. We will consider that topic as disposed of.'

`No, my dear sir,' cried Mr. Pecksniff, `not as disposed of, until I have purged my house of this pollution.'

`That will follow,' said the old man, `in its own time. I look upon that as done.'

`You are very good, sir,' answered Mr. Pecksniff, shaking his hand.

`You do me honour. You may look upon it as done, I assure you.'

`There is another topic,' said Martin, `on which I hope you will assist me. You remember Mary, cousin?'

`The young lady that I mentioned to you, my dears, as having interested me so very much,' remarked Mr. Pecksniff. `Excuse my interrupting you, sir.'

`I told you her history;' said the old man.

`Which I also mentioned, you will recollect, my dears,' cried Mr Pecksniff.

`Silly girls, Mr. Chuzzlewit. Quite moved by it, they were!"

`Why, look now!' said Martin, evidently pleased: `I feared I should have had to urge her case upon you, and ask you to regard her favourably for my sake. But I find you have no jealousies! Well! You have no cause for any, to be sure. She has nothing to gain from me, my dears, and she knows it.'

The two Miss Pecksniffs murmured their approval of this wise arrangement, and their cordial sympathy with its interesting object.

`If I could have anticipated what has come to pass between us four,' said the old man thoughfully: `but it is too late to think of that. You would receive her courteously, young ladies, and be kind to her, if need were?'

Where was the orphan whom the two Miss Pecksniffs would not have cherished in their sisterly bosom! But when that orphan was commended to their care by one on whom the dammed-up love of years was gushing forth, what exhaustless stores of pure affection yearned to expend themselves upon her!