I say--Cousin Charity--'
'Well! what?' she answered sharply.
'I want to have some sober talk,' said Jonas; 'I want to prevent any
mistakes, you know, and to put everything upon a pleasant understanding.
That's desirable and proper, ain't it?'
Neither of the sisters spoke a word. Mr Jonas paused and cleared his
throat, which was very dry.
'She'll not believe what I am going to say, will she, cousin?' said
Jonas, timidly squeezing Miss Charity.
'Really, Mr Jonas, I don't know, until I hear what it is. It's quite
impossible!'
'Why, you see,' said Jonas, 'her way always being to make game of
people, I know she'll laugh, or pretend to--I know that, beforehand. But
you can tell her I'm in earnest, cousin; can't you? You'll confess you
know, won't you? You'll be honourable, I'm sure,' he added persuasively.
No answer. His throat seemed to grow hotter and hotter, and to be more
and more difficult of control.
'You see, Cousin Charity,' said Jonas, 'nobody but you can tell her
what pains I took to get into her company when you were both at the
boarding-house in the city, because nobody's so well aware of it, you
know.
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