For Tom halted,
irresolutely, at the door.
'I am doubtful whether I should be welcome,' replied Tom, 'or, I ought
rather to say, I have no doubt about it. I will send up a message, I
think.'
'But what nonsense that is!' returned Miss Pecksniff, speaking apart
to Tom. 'He is not at home, I am certain. I know he is not; and Merry
hasn't the least idea that you ever--'
'No,' interrupted Tom. 'Nor would I have her know it, on any account. I
am not so proud of that scuffle, I assure you.'
'Ah, but then you are so modest, you see,' returned Miss Pecksniff, with
a smile. 'But pray walk up. If you don't wish her to know it, and do
wish to speak to her, pray walk up. Pray walk up, Miss Pinch. Don't
stand here.'
Tom still hesitated for he felt that he was in an awkward position. But
Cherry passing him at this juncture, and leading his sister upstairs,
and the house-door being at the same time shut behind them, he followed
without quite knowing whether it was well or ill-judged so to do.
'Merry, my darling!' said the fair Miss Pecksniff, opening the door of
the usual sitting-room.
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