instance; say me—with exactly that amount of Christian love which should subsist between us. I may feel grieved and hurt at the circumstance; still I may not rush to the conclusion that Mr Chuzzlewit is wholly without a justification in all his coldnesses. Heaven forbid! Besides; how, Mr Tigg,” continued Pecksniff even more gravely and impressively than he had spoken yet, “how could Mr Chuzzlewit be prevented from having these peculiar and most extraordinary confidences of which you speak; the existence of which I must admit; and which I cannot but deplore—for his sake? Consider, my good sir—” and here Mr Pecksniff eyed him wistfully— “how very much at random you are talking.”
“Why, as to that,” rejoined Tigg, “it certainly is a difficult question.”
“Undoubtedly it is a difficult question,” Mr Pecksniff answered. As he spoke he drew himself aloft, and seemed to grow more mindful, suddenly, of the moral gulf between himself and the creature he addressed. “Undoubtedly it is a very difficult question. And I am far from feeling sure that it is a question any one is authorized to discuss. Good evening to you.”
“You don't know that the Spottletoes are here, I suppose?” said Mr Tigg.
“What do you mean, sir? what Spottletoes?” asked Pecksniff, stopping abruptly on his way to the door.
“Mr and Mrs Spottletoe,” said Chevy Slyme, Esquire, speaking aloud for the first time, and speaking very sulkily; shambling with his legs the while. “Spottletoe married my father's brother's child, didn't he? And Mrs Spottletoe is Chuzzlewit's own niece, isn't she? She was his favourite once. You may well ask what Spottletoes.”
“Now upon my sacred word!” cried Mr Pecksniff, looking upwards. “This is dreadful. The rapacity of these people is absolutely frightful!”
“It's not only the Spottletoes either, Tigg,” said Slyme, looking at that gentleman and speaking at Mr Pecksniff. “Anthony Chuzzlewit and his son have got wind of it, and have come down this afternoon. I saw “em not five minutes ago, when I was waiting round the corner.”
“Oh, Mammon, Mammon!” cried Mr Pecksniff, smiting his forehead.
“So there,” said Slyme, regardless of the interruption, “are his brother and another nephew for you, already.”
“This is the whole thing, sir,” said Mr Tigg; “this is the point and purpose at which I was gradually arriving when my friend Slyme here, with six words, hit it full. Mr Pecksniff, now that your cousin (and Chiv's uncle) has turned up, some steps must be taken to prevent his disappearing again; and, if possible, to counteract the influence which is exercised over him now, by this designing favourite. Everybody who is interested feels it, sir. The whole family is pouring down to this place. The time has come when individual jealousies and interests must be forgotten for a time, sir, and union must be made against the common enemy. When the common enemy is routed, you will all set up for yourselves again; every lady and gentleman who has a part in the game, will go in on their own account and bowl away, to the best of their ability, at the testator's wicket, and nobody will be in a worse position than before. Think of it. Don't commit yourself now. You'll find us at the Half Moon and Seven Stars in this village, at any time, and open to any reasonable proposition. Hem! Chiv, my dear fellow, go out and see what sort of a night it is.”
Mr Slyme lost no time in disappearing, and it is to be presumed in going round the corner. Mr Tigg, planting his legs as wide apart as he could be reasonably expected by the most sanguine man to keep them, shook his head at Mr Pecksniff and smiled.
“We must not be too hard,” he said, “upon the little eccentricities of our friend Slyme. You saw him whisper me?”
Mr Pecksniff had seen him.
“You heard my answer, I think?”
Mr Pecksniff had heard it.
“Five shillings, eh?” said Mr Tigg, thoughtfully. “Ah! what an extraordinary fellow! Very moderate too!”
Mr Pecksniff made no answer.
“Five shillings!” pursued Mr Tigg, musing; “and to be punctually repaid next week; that's the best of it. You heard that?”
Mr Pecksniff had not heard that.
“No! You surprise me!” cried Tigg. “That's the cream of the thing sir. I never knew that man fail to redeem a promise, in my life. You're not in want of change, are you?”
“No,” said Mr Pecksniff, “thank you. Not at all.”
“Just so,” returned Mr Tigg. “If you had been, I'd have got it for you.”With that he began to whistle; but a dozen seconds had not elapsed when he stopped short, and looking earnestly at Mr Pecksniff, said:
“Perhaps you'd rather not lend Slyme five shillings?”
“I would much rather not,” Mr Pecksniff rejoined.
“Egad!” cried Tigg, gravely nodding his head as if some ground of objection occurred to him at that moment for the first time, “it's very possible you may be right. Would you entertain the same sort of objection to lending me five shillings now?”
“Yes, I couldn't do it, indeed,” said Mr Pecksniff.
“Not even half-a-crown, perhaps?” urged Mr Tigg.
“Not even half-a-crown.”
“Why, then we come,” said Mr Tigg, “to the ridiculously small amount of eighteen pence. Ha! ha!”
“And that,” said Mr Pecksniff, “would be equally objectionable.”
On receipt of this assurance, Mr Tigg shook him heartily by both hands, protesting with much earnestness, that he was one of the most consistent and remarkable men he had ever met, and that he desired the honour of his better acquaintance. He moreover observed that there were many little characteristics about his friend Slyme, of which he could by no means, as a man of strict honour, approve; but that he was prepared to forgive him all these slight drawbacks, and much more, in consideration of the great pleasure he himself had that day enjoyed in his social intercourse with Mr Pecksniff, which had given him a far higher and more enduring delight than the successful negotiation of any small loan on the part of his friend could possibly have imparted. With which remarks he would beg leave, he said, to wish Mr Pecksniff a very good evening. And so he took himself off; as little abashed by his recent failure as any gentleman would desire to be.
The meditations of Mr Pecksniff that evening at the bar of the Dragon, and that night in his own house, were very serious and grave indeed; the more especially as the intelligence he had received from Messrs Tigg and Slyme touching the arrival of other members of the family, were fully confirmed on more particular inquiry. For the Spottletoes had actually gone straight to the Dragon, where they were at that moment housed and mounting guard, and where their appearance had occasioned such a vast sensation that Mrs Lupin, scenting their errand before they had been under her roof half an hour, carried the news herself with all possible secrecy straight to Mr Pecksniff's house; indeed it was her great caution in doing so which occasioned her to miss that gentleman, who entered at the front door of the Dragon just as she emerged from the back one. Moreover, Mr Anthony Chuzzlewit and his son Jonas were economically quartered at the Half Moon and Seven Stars, which was an obscure ale-house; and by the very next coach there came posting to the scene of action, so many other affectionate members of the family (who quarrelled with each other, inside and out, all the way down, to the utter distraction of the coachman), that in less than fourand-twenty hours the scanty tavern accommodation was at a premium, and all the private lodgings in the place, amounting to full four beds and sofa, rose cent per cent in the market.
In a word, things came to that pass that nearly the whole family sat down before the Blue Dragon, and formally invested it; and Martin Chuzzlewit was in a state of siege. But he resisted bravely; refusing to receive all letters, messages, and parcels; obstinately declining to treat with anybody; and holding out no hope or promise of capitulation. Meantime the family forces were perpetually encountering each other in divers parts of the neighbourhood; and, as no one branch of the Chuzzlewit tree had ever been known to agree with another within the memory of man, there was such a skirmishing, and flouting, and snapping off of heads, in the metaphorical sense of that expression; such a bandying of words and calling of names; such an upturning of noses and wrinkling of brows; such a formal interment of good feelings and violent resurrection of ancient grievances; as had never been known in those quiet parts since the earliest record of their civilized existence.
At length, in utter despair and hopelessness, some few of the belligerents began to speak to each other in only moderate terms of mutual aggravation; and nearly all addressed themselves with a show of tolerable decency to Mr Pecksniff, in recognition of his high character and influential position. Thus, by little and little, they made
