'Aye, aye! Indeed!'
'Have you nothing else to say?' cried Charity. 'Am I to be driven mad,
papa? He has proposed to Mercy, not to me.'
'Oh, fie! For shame!' said Mr Pecksniff, gravely. 'Oh, for shame! Can
the triumph of a sister move you to this terrible display, my child? Oh,
really this is very sad! I am sorry; I am surprised and hurt to see
you so. Mercy, my girl, bless you! See to her. Ah, envy, envy, what a
passion you are!'
Uttering this apostrophe in a tone full of grief and lamentation, Mr
Pecksniff left the room (taking care to shut the door behind him),
and walked downstairs into the parlour. There he found his intended
son-in-law, whom he seized by both hands.
'Jonas!' cried Mr Pecksniff. 'Jonas! the dearest wish of my heart is now
fulfilled!'
'Very well; I'm glad to hear it,' said Jonas. 'That'll do. I say! As
it ain't the one you're so fond of, you must come down with another
thousand, Pecksniff. You must make it up five. It's worth that, to keep
your treasure to yourself, you know. You get off very cheap that way,
and haven't a sacrifice to make.'
The grin with which he accompanied this, set off his other attractions
to such unspeakable advantage, that even Mr Pecksniff lost his presence
of mind for a moment, and looked at the young man as if he were quite
stupefied with wonder and admiration.
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