Martin Chuzzlewit - The Original Classic Edition. Dickens Charles

he had expected; for the young man immediately rejoined, with some irritation,

       'What a fellow you are, Pinch!'

       'I beg your pardon,' said Tom, 'I thought you wanted a word.'

       'I didn't want that word,' he rejoined. 'I told you obstinacy was no part of my character, did I not? I was going to say, if you had

       given me leave, that a chief ingredient in my composition is a most determined firmness.'

       'Oh!' cried Tom, screwing up his mouth, and nodding. 'Yes, yes; I see!'

       'And being firm,' pursued Martin, 'of course I was not going to yield to him, or give way by so much as the thousandth part of an

       inch.'

       'No, no,' said Tom.

       'On the contrary, the more he urged, the more I was determined to oppose him.'

       'To be sure!' said Tom.

       'Very well,' rejoined Martin, throwing himself back in his chair, with a careless wave of both hands, as if the subject were quite settled, and nothing more could be said about it--'There is an end of the matter, and here am I!'

       Mr Pinch sat staring at the fire for some minutes with a puzzled look, such as he might have assumed if some uncommonly difficult

       conundrum had been proposed, which he found it impossible to guess. At length he said:

       'Pecksniff, of course, you had known before?'

       'Only by name. No, I had never seen him, for my grandfather kept not only himself but me, aloof from all his relations. But our separation took place in a town in the adjoining country. From that place I came to Salisbury, and there I saw Pecksniff 's advertisement, which I answered, having always had some natural taste, I believe, in the matters to which it referred, and thinking it might suit me. As soon as I found it to be his, I was doubly bent on coming to him if possible, on account of his being--'

       'Such an excellent man,' interposed Tom, rubbing his hands: 'so he is. You were quite right.'

       'Why, not so much on that account, if the truth must be spoken,' returned Martin, 'as because my grandfather has an inveterate dislike to him, and after the old man's arbitrary treatment of me, I had a natural desire to run as directly counter to all his opinions as I could. Well! As I said before, here I am. My engagement with the young lady I have been telling you about is likely to be a tolerably long one; for neither her prospects nor mine are very bright; and of course I shall not think of marrying until I am well able to do so. It would never do, you know, for me to be plunging myself into poverty and shabbiness and love in one room up three pair of stairs, and all that sort of thing.'

       'To say nothing of her,' remarked Tom Pinch, in a low voice.

       'Exactly so,' rejoined Martin, rising to warm his back, and leaning against the chimney-piece. 'To say nothing of her. At the same time, of course it's not very hard upon her to be obliged to yield to the necessity of the case; first, because she loves me very much; and secondly, because I have sacrificed a great deal on her account, and might have done much better, you know.'

       It was a very long time before Tom said 'Certainly;' so long, that he might have taken a nap in the interval, but he did say it at last.

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       'Now, there is one odd coincidence connected with this love-story,' said Martin, 'which brings it to an end. You remember what you told me last night as we were coming here, about your pretty visitor in the church?'

       'Surely I do,' said Tom, rising from his stool, and seating himself in the chair from which the other had lately risen, that he might see his face. 'Undoubtedly.'

       'That was she.'

       'I knew what you were going to say,' cried Tom, looking fixedly at him, and speaking very softly. 'You don't tell me so?'

       'That was she,' repeated the young man. 'After what I have heard from Pecksniff, I have no doubt that she came and went with my

       grandfather.--Don't you drink too much of that sour wine, or you'll have a fit of some sort, Pinch, I see.'

       'It is not very wholesome, I am afraid,' said Tom, setting down the empty glass he had for some time held. 'So that was she, was it?' Martin nodded assent; and adding, with a restless impatience, that if he had been a few days earlier he would have seen her; and that

       now she might be, for anything he knew, hundreds of miles away; threw himself, after a few turns across the room, into a chair, and chafed like a spoilt child.

       Tom Pinch's heart was very tender, and he could not bear to see the most indifferent person in distress; still less one who had awakened an interest in him, and who regarded him (either in fact, or as he supposed) with kindness, and in a spirit of lenient construction. Whatever his own thoughts had been a few moments before--and to judge from his face they must have been pretty serious-- he dismissed them instantly, and gave his young friend the best counsel and comfort that occurred to him.

       'All will be well in time,' said Tom, 'I have no doubt; and some trial and adversity just now will only serve to make you more attached to each other in better days. I have always read that the truth is so, and I have a feeling within me, which tells me how natural and right it is that it should be. That never ran smooth yet,' said Tom, with a smile which, despite the homeliness of his face, was pleasanter to see than many a proud beauty's brightest glance; 'what never ran smooth yet, can hardly be expected to change its character for us; so we must take it as we find it, and fashion it into the very best shape we can, by patience and good-humour. I have no

       power at all; I needn't tell you that; but I have an excellent will; and if I could ever be of use to you, in any way whatever, how very glad I should be!'

       'Thank you,' said Martin, shaking his hand. 'You're a good fellow, upon my word, and speak very kindly. Of course you know,' he added, after a moment's pause, as he drew his chair towards the fire again, 'I should not hesitate to avail myself of your services if you could help me at all; but mercy on us!'--Here he rumpled his hair impatiently with his hand, and looked at Tom as if he took it rather ill that he was not somebody else--'you might as well be a toasting-fork or a frying-pan, Pinch, for any help you can render me.'

       'Except in the inclination,' said Tom, gently.

       'Oh! to be sure. I meant that, of course. If inclination went for anything, I shouldn't want help. I tell you what you may do, though, if you will, and at the present moment too.'

       'What is that?' demanded Tom.

       'Read to me.'

       'I shall be delighted,' cried Tom, catching up the candle with enthusiasm. 'Excuse my leaving you in the dark a moment, and I'll fetch a book directly. What will you like? Shakespeare?'

       'Aye!' replied his friend, yawning and stretching himself. 'He'll do. I am tired with the bustle of to-day, and the novelty of everything about me; and in such a case, there's no greater luxury in the world, I think, than being read to sleep. You won't mind my going to sleep, if I can?'

       'Not at all!' cried Tom.

       'Then begin as soon as you like. You needn't leave off when you see me getting drowsy (unless you feel tired), for it's pleasant to wake gradually to the sounds again. Did you ever try that?'

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       'No, I never tried that,' said Tom

       'Well! You can, you know, one of these days when we're both in the right humour. Don't mind leaving me in the dark. Look sharp!' Mr Pinch lost no time in moving away; and in a minute or two returned with one of the precious volumes from the shelf beside

       his bed. Martin had in the meantime made himself as comfortable as circumstances would permit, by constructing before the fire a

       temporary sofa of three chairs with Mercy's stool for a pillow, and lying down at full-length upon it.

       'Don't be too loud, please,' he said to Pinch.

       'No, no,' said Tom.

       'You're sure you're not cold'

       'Not at all!' cried Tom.

       'I am quite ready, then.'