content. Upon that, I took fire immediately, and told him that with his good leave I would dispose of myself in marriage, and would rather not be knocked down by him or any other auctioneer to any bidder whomsoever."
Mr. Pinch opened his eyes wider and looked at the fire harder than he had done yet.
"You may be sure," said Martin, "that this nettled him, and that he began to be the very reverse of complimentary to myself. Interview succeeded interview; words engendered words, as they always do; and the upshot of it was, that I was to renounce her, or be renounced by him. Now you must bear in mind, Pinch, that I am not only desperately fond of her (for though she is poor, her beauty and intellect would reflect great credit on anybody, I don't care of what pretensions, who might become her husband), but that a chief ingredient in my composition is a most determined—"
"Obstinacy," suggested Tom in perfect good faith. But the suggestion was not so well received as he had expected; for the young man immediately rejoined, with some irritation,
"What a fellow you are, Pinch!"
"I beg your pardon," said Tom, "I thought you wanted a word."
"I didn't want that word," he rejoined. "I told you obstinacy was no part of my character, did I not? I was going to say, if you had given me leave, that a chief ingredient in my composition is a most determined firmness."
"Oh!" cried Tom, screwing up his mouth, and nodding. "Yes, yes; I see!"
"And being firm," pursued Martin, "of course I was not going to yield to him, or give way by so much as the thousandth part of an inch."
"No, no," said Tom.
"On the contrary; the more he urged, the more I was determined to oppose him."
"To be sure!" said Tom.
"Very well," rejoined Martin, throwing himself back in his chair, with a careless wave of both hands, as if the subject were quite settled, and nothing more could be said about it—"There is an end of the matter, and here am I!"
Mr. Pinch sat staring at the fire for some minutes with a puzzled look, such as he might have assumed if some uncommonly difficult conundrum had been proposed, which he found it impossible to guess. At length he said:
"Pecksniff, of course, you had known before?"
"Only by name. No, I had never seen him, for my grandfather kept not only himself but me, aloof from all his relations. But our separation took place in a town in the adjoining county. From that place I came to Salisbury, and there I saw Pecksniff's advertisement, which I answered, having always had some natural taste, I believe, in the matters to which it referred, and thinking it might suit me. As soon as I found it to be his, I was doubly bent on coming to him if possible, on account of his being—"
"Such an excellent man," interposed Tom, rubbing his hands: "so he is. You were quite right."
