"When is it to be? I can't afford to go on dawdling about here half my life, I needn't tell you, and Pecksniff says that father's being so lately dead makes very little odds; for we can be married as quiet as we please down here, and my being lonely is a good reason to the neighbours for taking a wife home so soon, especially one that He knew. As to crossbones (my uncle, I mean), he's sure not to put a spoke in the wheel, whatever we settle on, for he told Pecksniff only this morning, that if you liked it, he'd nothing at all to say. So, Mel," said Jonas, venturing on another squeeze; "when shall it be?"
"Upon my word," cried Merry.
"Upon my soul, if you like," said Jonas. "What do you say to next week, now?"
"To next week! If you had said next quarter, I should have wondered at your impudence."
"But I didn't say next quarter," retorted Jonas. "I said next week."
"Then, Griffin," cried Miss Merry, pushing him off, and rising. "I say no! not next week. It shan't be till I choose—and I may not choose it to be for months. There!"
He glanced up at her from the ground, almost as darkly as he had looked at Tom Pinch; but held his peace.
"No fright of a Griffin with a patch over his eye, shall dictate to me, or have a voice in the matter," said Merry. "There!"
Still Mr. Jonas held his peace.
"If it's next month, that shall be the very earliest; but I won't say when it shall be till to-morrow; and if you don't like that, it shall never be at all," said Merry; "and if you follow me about and won't leave me alone, it shall never be at all. There! And if you don't do everything I order you to do, it shall never be at all. So don't follow me. There, Griffin!"
And with that, she skipped away, among the trees.
"Ecod, my lady!" said Jonas, looking after her, and biting a piece of straw, almost to powder; "you 'll catch it for this, when you are married! It's all very well now—it keeps one on, somehow, and you know it—but I 'll pay you off scot and lot by and bye. This is a plaguey dull sort of place for a man to be sitting by himself in. I never could abide a mouldy old churchyard."
As he turned into the avenue himself, Miss Merry, who was far ahead, happened to look back.
"Ah!" said Jonas with a sullen smile, and a nod that was not addressed to her; "make the most of it while it lasts. Get in your hay while the sun shines. Take your own way as long as it's in your power, my lady!"
