after his first burst of anger at martin's leaving him, old chuzzlewit, to mary's eyes, seemed to grow gradually a different man. he appeared[pg 303] more old and stooped and deaf, and took little interest in anything.
after they came to the blue dragon inn, pecksniff threw himself constantly in old chuzzlewit's way, flattering and smooth, and before long mary saw, to her grief, that the old man was coming more and more under the other's influence. when she was alone with him he seemed more his former eager self; but let pecksniff appear and the strange dull look would come and he would seem only anxious to ask his advice about the smallest matters.
little wonder pecksniff concluded he could wind his victim around his finger. at length he proposed that old chuzzlewit and mary leave the blue dragon, where he said he felt sure they were not comfortable, and come and live with him under his own roof. to mary's dismay, the old man consented, and they were soon settled in the architect's house.
the only thing that now seemed to stand in pecksniff's way was mary, and he decided that, as old chuzzlewit was fond of her, he himself would marry her. once married to her, he reasoned, with both of them to influence old chuzzlewit, it would be easy to do what they pleased with him and with his money, too. with this end in view, he began to persecute poor mary with his attentions, squeezing her hand and throwing kisses to her when no one else was looking.[pg 304]
charity, pecksniff's older daughter, was not blind to his plan. she was in a sour temper because the miserly jonas, who came from london often now to see them, had begun to make love to mercy instead of to her. to see her father now paying so much attention to mary graham made charity angry, and she left her father's house and went to live in london at mrs. todgers's boarding-house, where she set her cap to catch a young man, whether he wanted to be caught or not. as for mercy, the younger sister, she was leading jonas such a dance that she thought very little of her father's schemes.
his vinegary daughter charity out of the way, pecksniff began to persecute mary more and more. one day he made her so angry by holding her hand and kissing it that she threatened to complain to old chuzzlewit. pecksniff told her that if she did he would use all his influence to turn the old man still more against his grandson. the poor girl was in great trouble then, for she loved martin and feared pecksniff's growing power with old chuzzlewit. and seeing that this threat frightened her, pecksniff continued his annoyances.
according to martin's parting advice, mary had learned to like and to trust tom pinch, in spite of his mistaken worship of pecksniff. one day while tom was practising the organ at the church she came to him and, confiding in him, told all that she had endured.[pg 305]
in his simple-heartedness he had admired and looked up to pecksniff all his life, but this evidence opened tom pinch's eyes. at last he saw the pompous hypocrite in his true light. he agreed with her that the architect was a scoundrel, and comforted her, and asked her always to trust in his own friendship.
unluckily while they talked there was an eavesdropper near. it was pecksniff himself. he had gone into the church to rest, and lying down in one of the high-back pews, had gone to sleep, and now the voices of tom and mary had awakened him. he listened and waited till they had both gone; then he stole out and went home by a roundabout way.
that night he went to old chuzzlewit and, pretending to shed tears of sorrow, told him he had overheard tom pinch, the pauper pupil, whom he had trusted and befriended, making love to mary, the old man's ward, in the church. making a great show of his respect and regard for old chuzzlewit, he told him this villain should not remain under his roof one night longer. then he called in tom pinch and, abusing and insulting him in chuzzlewit's presence, sent him away as he had sent away martin.
tom was feeling so bad over his loss of faith in his idol, pecksniff, that he did not greatly mind this last blow. in fact, he had about concluded he could not live any longer with such a wicked[pg 306] hypocrite anyway. he packed his things and set off for london, feeling almost as if the world had come to an end.
once there, however, he plucked up spirit and felt better. first of all he looked up westlock, the former pupil of pecksniff's, and found him the same friendly, clever fellow now in his riches as he was of old. westlock was glad tom had at last found his master out, and began at once to plan for his future. next tom went to see his sister ruth at the house where she was governess.
he arrived there at a fortunate time, for the vulgar brass and iron founder who had hired her to try to teach his spoiled little daughter was at that moment scolding ruth harshly for what was not her fault at all.
tom had been gaining a spirit of his own since he had parted from pecksniff, and, now, at sight of his gentle little sister's tears, his honest indignation rose. he gave her unjust employer a lecture that left him much astonished, and then, drawing ruth's arm through his, he led her from the house for ever.
it was not long before each had told the other all that had happened. tom decided that they should part no more, and they set out together to find a lodging. they took some rooms in a quiet neighborhood and settled down together till tom could find something to do.
ruth was a neat housekeeper, but she had to[pg 307] learn to cook, and they had great fun over their first meal. while she was making her first beefsteak pudding westlock called with a great piece of news. an agent had come to him asking him to offer to his friend tom pinch a position as a librarian at a good salary. who the employer was tom was not to know. here was a rare mystery, and ruth in her mingled excitement and pie-making looked so sweet and charming that then and there westlock fell in love with her.
tom and he went at once to the agent who had made this extraordinary offer, and he took them to an unoccupied house, to a dusty room whose floor was covered all over with books. tom, he said, was to arrange and make a list of these. then he gave him the key, told him to come to him each week for his salary, and disappeared.
still wondering, the two friends went back together, for of course westlock had to taste the beefsteak pudding. ruth had supper waiting for them. every minute westlock thought she grew more lovely, and as he walked home he knew he was in love at last.
now, the mystery of tom's library, and of the bank-note that martin had received when his money was all gone, would have been a very joyful one to them both if they could have guessed it. old chuzzlewit, whom they believed so harsh, and whom the wily pecksniff thought he had got under his thumb, was a very deep and knowing[pg 308] old man indeed. he had never ceased to love martin, his grandson, though he had misunderstood him at first, but he had seen very plainly that the lad was growing selfish and he wished to save him from this. he had longed for nothing more than that martin and mary should marry, but he wished to try their love for each other as well as martin's affection for him. it was to test pecksniff that old chuzzlewit had asked the architect to send martin from his house, and when he saw that pecksniff was fawning hound enough to do it, he determined to punish him in the end. it was old chuzzlewit who had found where martin lodged in london, and had sent him the bank-note. and, won by tom pinch's goodness and honor, it was he who now, secretly, made him this position. if pecksniff had guessed all this, he would probably have had a stroke of apoplexy.
