Notwithstanding their different natures, both Charity and Mercy concurred in opening their eyes uncommonly wide at this announcement, and in looking for the moment as blank as if their thoughts had actually had a direct bearing on the main chance.
`But what of that!' said Mr. Pecksniff, still smiling at the fire. `There is disinterestedness in the world, I hope? We are not all arrayed in two opposite ranks: the offensive and the defensive. Some few there are who walk between; who help the needy as they go; and take no part with either side. Umph!'
There was something in these morsels of philanthropy which reassured the sisters. They exchanged glances, and brightened very much.
`Oh! let us not be for ever calculating, devising, and plotting for the future,' said Mr. Pecksniff, smiling more and more, and looking at the fire as a man might, who was cracking a joke with it: `I am weary of such arts. If our inclinations are but good and open-hearted, let us gratify them boldly, though they bring upon us Loss instead of Profit. Eh, Charity?'
Glancing towards his daughters for the first time since he had begun these reflections, and seeing that they both smiled, Mr. Pecksniff eyed them for an instant so jocosely (though still with a kind of saintly waggishness) that the younger one was moved to sit upon his knee forthwith, put her fair arms round his neck, and kiss him twenty times. During the whole of this affectionate display she laughed to a most immoderate extent: in which hilarious indulgence even the prudent Cherry joined.
`Tut, tut,' said Mr. Pecksniff, pushing his latest-born away and running his fingers through his hair, as he resumed his tranquil face. `What folly is this! Let us take heed how we laugh without reason lest we cry with it. What is the domestic news since yesterday? John Westlock is gone, I hope?'
`Indeed, no,' said Charity.
`And why not?' returned her father. `His term expired yesterday. And his box was packed, I know; for I saw it, in the morning, standing in the hall.'
`He slept last night at the Dragon,' returned the young lady, `and had Mr. Pinch to dine with him. They spent the evening together, and Mr. Pinch was not home till very late.'
`And when I saw him on the stairs this morning, Pa,' said Mercy with her usual sprightliness, `he looked, oh goodness, such a monster! with his face all manner of colours, and his eyes as dull as if they had been boiled, and his head aching dreadfully, I am sure from the look of it, and his clothes smelling, oh it's impossible to say how strong, oh'--here the young lady shuddered--`of smoke and punch.'
`Now I think,' said Mr. Pecksniff with his accustomed gentleness though still with the air of one who suffered under injury without complaint, `I think Mr. Pinch might have done better than choose for his companion one who, at the close of a long intercourse, had endeavoured, as he knew, to wound my feelings. I am not quite sure that this was delicate in Mr. Pinch. I am not quite sure that this was kind in Mr. Pinch. I will go further and say, I am not quite sure that this was even ordinarily grateful in Mr. Pinch.'
`But what can anyone expect from Mr. Pinch!' cried Charity, with as strong and scornful an emphasis on the name as if it would have given her unspeakable pleasure to express it, in an acted charade, on the calf of that gentleman's leg.
`Aye, aye,' returned her father, raising his hand mildly: `it is very well to say what can we expect from Mr. Pinch, but Mr. Pinch is a fellow-creature, my dear; Mr. Pinch is an item in the vast total of humanity, my love; and we have a right, it is our duty, to expect in Mr. Pinch some development of those better qualities, the possession of which in our own persons inspires our humble self-respect. No,' continued Mr. Pecksniff. `No! Heaven forbid that I should say, nothing can be expected from Mr. Pinch; or that I should say, nothing can be expected from any man alive (even the most degraded, which Mr. Pinch is