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The Chuzzlewits 
 
 Or, Tom Pinch 
 
 A Dramatization in Five Acts of Charles Dickens' 
 famous novel " Martin Chuzzlewit '^ 
 
 By 
 FRANK E. FOWLE 
 
 NOTE 
 
 This play may be performed by amateurs free of royalty and 
 without express permission. The professional stage-rights are, 
 however, strictly reserved, and performance by professional 
 actors, given in advertised places of amusement and for profit, is 
 forbidden. Persons who may wish to produce this play publicly 
 and professionally should apply to the author in care of the 
 publishers. 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 WALTER H. BAKER & CO. 
 1916 
 
The Chuzzlewits 
 
 CHARACTERS 
 
 Mr. Seth Pecksniff, architect. "A moral man, an exem- 
 plary man, with a Fortunatus's purse of good sentiments on his in- 
 side." 
 
 Mr. Anthony Chuzzlewit. •• The face of the old man was so 
 sharpened by the wanness and cunning of his own hfe that it 
 seemed to cut him a passage through the crowded room." 
 
 Mr. Jonas Chuzzlewit, his son. " This fine young man had 
 all the incUnation to be a profligate of the first water and only 
 lacked the one good trait in the common catalogue of debauched 
 vice — open handedness." 
 
 Old Martin Chuzzlewit. " Universal self! Was there noth- 
 ing of its shadow in the history of Martin Chuzzlewit, on his own 
 showing? " 
 
 Martin Chuzzlewit, his grandson. " Young — one and twenty, 
 perhaps — and handsome." 
 
 Tom Pinch. "An ungainly, awkward looking man ; far from 
 handsome, but notwithstanding his attire and his clumsy figure, 
 one would not have been disposed, unless Mr. Pecksniff said so, 
 to consider him a bad fellow by any means." 
 
 Mr. Montague Tigg. " He was very bold and very mean ; 
 very swaggering and very slinking ; very much like a man who 
 might have been something better, and unspeakably hke a man 
 who deserved to be something worse." 
 
 Old Chuffey. " He looked as if he had been put away and 
 forgotten half a century before, and somebody had just found him 
 in a lumber closet." 
 
 Copyright, 191 5, by Walter H. Baker & Co. 
 ©CID 4 2435 
 
CHARACTERS 
 
 Bailey. •• An undersized boy ; and yet he winked the winks, 
 and thought the thoughts, and did the deeds, and said the sayings 
 of an ancient man." 
 
 Mr. Mould. " He looked as a man might, who, in the very 
 act of smacking his lips over choice old wine, tried to make believe 
 it was physic." 
 
 Lewsome. "A young man — dark and not ill-looking — dimly 
 finding fear and horror everywhere." 
 
 Mr. Nadgett. " Mr. Nadgett's eyes were seldom fixed on any 
 other object than the ground, the clock, or the fire ; but every 
 button on his coat might have been an eye : he saw so much." 
 
 Mr. Moddle, " A dismal young gentleman," and no wonder. 
 
 Two Police Officers. 
 
 Mary Graham. "All the charms of youth and maidenhood 
 clustered on her gentle brow." 
 
 Mercy Pecksniff. " She was the most arch and at the same 
 time the most artless creature that you can possibly imagine. It 
 was her great charm." 
 
 Charity Pecksniff. " With her strong sense, and her mild 
 yet not reproachful gravity, was so well named and did so well set 
 off and illustrate her sister." 
 
 Sarah Gamp. " Like most persons who have attained to great 
 eminence in their profession, she took to hers very kindly ; inso- 
 much that setting aside her natural predilections as a woman, she 
 went to a lying-in or laying-out with equal zest and relish." 
 
 Betsy Prig, a frietid of Sarah's. "One of the best of cree- 
 turs." 
 
 Jane. Pecksniff's servant. 
 
 Maid. 
 
HINTS AS TO COSTUMES, MAKE-UP, Etc. 
 
 Pecksniff. Smooth face — grizzled gray hair, brushed off his 
 forehead and standing bolt upright — heavy drooping arched eye- 
 brows. Plain black clothes — double eye-glass on cord — high col- 
 lar, long points — white cravat, fastened behind — large handkerchief. 
 Manner : soft and oily. 
 
 Anthony Chuzzlewit. A mean, covetous looking old man ; 
 smooth face — sharp features — red eyes. Dress : rusty double- 
 breasted, swallow tail, high collared coat of the period. Tight 
 trousers. Dicky and stock. Manner : mean and miserly. Very 
 bald — long, thin white hair. 
 
 Jonas Chuzzlewit. A second edition of his father ; the same 
 features and general appearance of meanness. Rusty brown 
 crop wig. Plain dark clothes of no particular color. Dicky and 
 stock. 
 
 Old Martin. Of a more benevolent appearance than Anthony 
 but of something the same general character. Hair whiter and 
 more of it. Dress : plain and neat, tight trousers, white gaiters. 
 Wears skullcap. Carries a stout cane. 
 
 Martin. Handsome make-up — long brown hair. In first act, 
 scene 2 of third, and last act, dressed stylishly and well. In scene 
 I of third act is shabby. 
 
 Tom Pinch. An ungainly, awkward looking man. Extremely 
 short-sighted and prematurely bald. About thirty years old but 
 might be any age between sixteen and sixty. Dress : a snufif 
 colored suit, shrunk and twisted and too small for him. 
 
 TiGG. In Act I very shabby — coat of military cut — frogged and 
 buttoned up to neck. Gloves through which his fingers protrude — 
 strapped trousers, pulled up very tight. Dilapidated hat. Full 
 and very shaggy hair — fierce, shaggy mustache. General appear- 
 ance very dirty and very jaunty and swaggering. In Act II, very 
 flashily dressed. In Act IV, dressing gown. In Acts II and IV 
 has full whiskers. 
 
 Chuffey. a little, blear-eyed, weazen-faced, ancient man. 
 Long white hair. Dress : of an ancient pattern ; a decayed suit 
 of black — knee breeches, tied at the knees with wisps of rusty 
 ribbon. Dingy worsted stockings of the same color as his 
 breeches. 
 
 Bailey. A small boy with the general appearance of an old 
 man, in that his face betokens great shrewdness. Dress in Act II 
 a suit of cast-off clothes, much too large for him. In Act IV, showy 
 livery with cockade in hat. 
 
HINTS AS TO COSTUMES, MAKE-UP, ETC. 5 
 
 Mould. A little elderly man — bald. Dress : Black clothes — 
 massive gold watch-chain dangling from fob. Melancholy face. 
 
 Lewsome. a young man — dark hair — very pale. Dress : 
 Act III, shabby dressing gown, shppers. Act V, street clothes of 
 the period. 
 
 Nadgett. a sharp-featured man, rather stoop shouldered, 
 his eyes generally on the ground. Walks with a quiet, slinking 
 manner. Shows no emotion — speaks quietly. All movements 
 stealthy and secretive. Dress : dark, long coat, low crowned, 
 wide brimmed hat. Has a voluminous pocketbook full of mem- 
 orandums on slips of paper, which he carries in his inside coat 
 pocket. 
 
 Mr. Moddle. Full dark wig, hair long and brushed down 
 over the ears. Face very pale and melancholy. Dress : dark 
 and plain ; a young man of the period. 
 
 Mary Graham. Very pretty but pale ; dark brown hair. 
 Dress : plain but very becoming. 
 
 Charity. A silly old maid. Hair knotted in the back and tied 
 with a large bow of ribbon. Dress : Close fitting waist and full 
 skirt of the period, white cuffs and bertha. In Act IV she wears a 
 shawl and bonnet. 
 
 Mercy. Younger and much more attractive than her sister. 
 Hair done in rows of curls. Dress : similar to Charity's but more 
 juvenile and in lighter colors. Manner : vivacious (kittenish) in 
 Acts I and II. In Act IV she is pale and disheveled. 
 
 Sarah Gamp. A fat old woman — husky voice — face red and 
 swollen — very red nose. Dress : very rusty black gown with 
 shawl to correspond and calash. In Act III carries a large ging- 
 ham umbrella, tied around the handle and bulging out in the 
 middle, and a bundle tied up in a large handkerchief, containing 
 an enormous nightcap and a loose jacket. 
 
 Betsy Prig. Of the Gamp build but not so fat, has a deep 
 voice, something hke a man's. Has something of a beard. 
 
 For more details see the book and Cruikshank s drawings. 
 
SYNOPSIS 
 
 Act I — Parlor at Mr. Pecksniff's. Wiltshire. 
 
 Act II. — Room in house of Mr. Anthony Chuzzlewit. London. 
 
 Act III. — Scene I : Garden at Mr, Pecksniff 's. 
 
 Scene 2 : Room in an Inn at Holborn. 
 Act IV. — Scene i: Apartment at Montague Tigg's. London. 
 
 Scene 2 : At Anthony Chuzzlewit' s- 
 Act v. — The same as previous scene. 
 
 -same as Act II. 
 
 IMPORTANT 
 
 The ttndersigned will coach 
 this play for any organiza- 
 tion Of cIttK For rates apply 
 to Frank E. Fowle, SH Sum- 
 mer St*t Maiden^ Mass* 
 
The Chuzzlewits 
 
 ACT I 
 
 SCENE. — Living-room at Pecksniff's. Doors L. i E. and 
 R. 3 E. Fireplace down r. Window up c. Centre-table up 
 stagey c. Chairs by table and down L. 
 
 {As curtain rises ^ Mr. Seth Pecksniff i^i easy chair before 
 fireplace. Mercy Pecksniff on low stool r. of fireplace. 
 Charity Pecksniff on low stool at fireplace below Peck- 
 sniff. ) 
 
 Peck, {gazing at the fire ^ his hands in his lap, the tips of 
 his fingers joined^. Yes, my dears, even the worldly goods 
 of which we have just disposed, even cream, sugar, tea, toast, 
 ham 
 
 Char. And eggs. 
 
 Peck. And eggs, even, have their moral. See how they 
 come and go ! Every pleasure is transitory. We can't even 
 eat long. If we indulge in harmless fluids we get the dropsy ; 
 if in exciting liquids we get drunk. What a soothing reflection 
 is that. 
 
 Char. Don't say we get drunk, papa. 
 
 Peck. When I say we, my dear, I mean mankind in gen- 
 eral. Mercy, my dear, stir the fire and throw up the cinders. 
 (Mer. does so, a7id takes her stool ?iear Peck., and leans her 
 face and hands against his knee. Char, draws nearer the 
 fire.) Yes, I have been again fortunate in the attainment of 
 my object. A new inmate will shortly be among us. 
 
 Char. A youth, papa? 
 
 Peck. Ye-es, a youth. He will avail himself of the eligible 
 opportunity which now offers of uniting the advantages of the 
 best practical architectural education with the comforts of a 
 home with some who are not unmindful of their moral respon- 
 sibilities. 
 
 Mer. Oh, pa ! see advertisement. 
 
 Peck. Playful, playful warbler ! 
 
8 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Mer. Is he handsome, papa ? 
 
 Char. Silly Merry. What is the premium, pa ? Tell us 
 that. 
 
 Mer. Oh ! good gracious, Cherry ! What a mercenary 
 girl you are. Oh, you naughty, thoughtful, prudent thing ! 
 
 Peck. He is well looking enough. I do not positively ex- 
 pect any immediate premium from him. 
 
 Char. | p , 
 
 Mer. I ^^ • 
 
 Peck. But what of that ! {Smiles at the JireJ) If our in- 
 clinations are but good let us follow them boldly, even though 
 they bring upon us loss instead of profit. Eh ! Charity ? 
 (He turns to her solenmly ; they smile at him meaningly, and 
 his face gradually relaxes. They both laugh. Mer., getting 
 up on his right knee, kisses him. Peck, recovers himself.') 
 Tut ! Tut ! What folly is this ? 
 
 Char. Pa, have you any news of our odious cousin, old 
 Martin Chuzzlewit? 
 
 Peck. My dear, you shouldn't call our dear relative odi- 
 ous; remember that he is ill, and that blood is thicker than 
 water. 
 
 Mer. (^playfully). And so is mud, pa. 
 
 Peck. Hush, my merry one, the subject is too serious for 
 jest. The whole family are swooping down upon poor Mr. 
 Chuzzlewit like vultures upon a body. 
 
 Mer. Lor, pa ! 
 
 Peck. Yes, I met two of these — ahem — relatives, just as I 
 was leaving the bar parlor. Our Cousin Anthony and his son 
 Jonas. 
 
 Char. And that — that person. Miss Mary Graham, is she 
 still with Mr. Martin Chuzzlewit ? 
 
 Peck. My dear, I regret to say that Miss Graham still 
 waits, with apparent devotion, upon our wealthy but weak and 
 misguided relative, and that he, instead of disposing himself to 
 listen to the promptings of nature, is still deceived by the voice 
 of the 
 
 Mer. Go on, pa. 
 
 Peck. The truth is, my dear, I am at a loss for a word. 
 The name of those fabulous animals, Pagan animals I regret to 
 say, who used to sing in the water has quite escaped me. 
 
 Char. Swans, pa ? 
 
 Peck. No, my dear, not swans, yet very like swans too. 
 Thank you. 
 
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 Mer. Oysters, pa? 
 
 Peck. No, nor oysters, my love. But by no means unlike 
 oysters. Thank you very much. Wait ! I have it — sirens ; 
 dear me, not oysters nor swans, but sirens, sirens of course. 
 Yes, our misguided relative still listens to the voice of the 
 siren, and will take his barley water or chicken broth from no 
 other hands but hers. And now, my dears, what is the do- 
 mestic news since yesterday ? 
 
 {Knocking heard off l.) 
 
 Enter Jane. 
 
 Jane. Mr. Anthony Chuzzlewit, Mr. Jonas Chuzzlewit, 
 Mr. Tigg. 
 
 {Girls rise. Enter Mr. Anthony Chuzzlewit, Mr. Jonas 
 Chuzzlewit and Mr. Montague Tigg. Peck, crosses 
 to greet them.') 
 
 Peck. (r. c). Ah ! Dear friends, this is pleasant. My 
 daughters, Mercy, Charity, Mr. Anthony Chuzzlewit, Mr. 
 Jonas Chuzzlewit, Mr. Tigg. 
 
 (Peck., r. c. Anth., c. Jonas, l. c. Tigg, l.) 
 
 Jonas (l. c). Well, Pecksniff, this is what we've come 
 about. Old Martin Chuzzlewit was laid up, we heard, and so 
 father and I came down to look after the old fellow. We fol- 
 lowed him to this village, and here he's laid up again. He'll 
 croak, that's very evident, and as we are his near relatives we 
 ought to look sharp after him — and the money. You'd like to 
 get it all to yourself, Pecksniff, I know — but you won't. 
 
 Anth. (c). Shrewd lad, Jonas, my own son ! Shrewd 
 lad! 
 
 Peck. (r. c). Indeed you wrong me. Money to me is no 
 temptation. No one values it less than I do. 
 
 Tigg (l.). I'm sure of that. You wrong my worthy friend, 
 Pecksniff. He's an open, liberal-hearted individual. (^Crosses 
 to Peck.) Pecksniff, a word. Excuse us. 
 
 (Peck, and Tigg advance c.) 
 
 Anth. {crossing to Jonas, l. c). Yes — plot, plot against 
 us, do. Never mind — never mind. We'll outwit them, won't 
 we, Jonas? 
 
10 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Jonas. There, hold your tongue ! 
 
 {Crosses to Mer. and Ch ah., r. Anth. sits l.) 
 
 Peck. Pardon me, sir, but as yet I am not thoroughly ac« 
 quainted with who you are. 
 
 TiGG. Who I am? Tigg, sir. I'm Tigg, the particular 
 friend of Chevy Slyme, Esq. You know Chevy, a nephew of 
 Chuzzlewit ? By chance, quite chance, we happened to be in 
 this place on our way to, what do you call it, you know the 
 place, when Chev deputed me to call and consult you respect- 
 ing the health of his relative. 
 
 Peck. Why did not Mr. Slyme come himself.? 
 
 Tigg. He's waiting 'round the corner. Every man of true 
 genius has his peculiarity, and the peculiarity of my friend 
 Slyme is that he is always waiting 'round the corner. In a 
 word, Pecksniff, my friend Chev deputed me to deliver that 
 note into your hands. 
 
 Peck, {reading note). Hum ! he requires the loan of five 
 shilhngs. 
 
 Tigg. Five shillings, eh ? What an extraordinary fellow ! 
 Very moderate, too, isn't he ? You are not in want of change, 
 are you ? 
 
 Peck. No, thank you. 
 
 Tigg. Oh ! if you had been I'd have got it for you. 
 
 Peck. Sir, you are very obliging. No. 
 
 Tigg. Oh ! {Pause. They look at each other.) Perhaps 
 you'd rather not lend Slyme five shillings now? 
 
 Peck. I couldn't do it. 
 
 Tigg. Half-a-crown, perhaps ? 
 
 Peck. No, not even half-a-crown, sir. 
 
 Tigg. Why, then, we come to the ridiculously small 
 amount of eighteen pence, eh ? Ha, ha, ha ! 
 
 Peck. That, sir, would be equally objectionable. 
 
 Tigg {seizing both his hands). Pecksniff, you are one of 
 the most consistent and remarkable men I ever met with. I 
 earnestly desire to become better acquainted with you. You 
 are really a noble-hearted individual ! {To Jonas.) Sir, your 
 servant. {To Anth.) Chuzzlewit, yours. Ladies, yours to 
 your shoe-strings. {Aside.) I'll hook this agreeable party yet 
 somehow. {Aloud.) Ta-tal \^Exit, l. 
 
 Peck, {crossing l. to Anth.). I repeat, Mr. Chuzzlewit, I 
 only visited the invalid from feelings of humanity. 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS II 
 
 Anth. {seated 'l,'). Humanity ! Pecksniff, you are a hypo- 
 crite. We are all hypocrites. I'm a hypocrite, so is my son 1 
 
 {Rises and crosses to door, l.) 
 
 Jonas (r. c). Speak for yourself, you old fool. {Crosses 
 to Peck.) That's rather a nice girl of yours, Pecksniff. 
 (Aside.) She's got money, I know. {Aloud.) She that 
 laughs so. I think she laughs at the old un here. Good-bye, 
 girls. {Crosses R. c.) Good-bye, Cherry! I must have a 
 kiss before I go. 
 
 Char. (r. c). Oh ! Really, Mr. Jonas— I declare— I'm 
 so 
 
 Jonas. Don't alarm yourself, I don't mean you. I shall 
 have a kiss of the other one. {Crosses to Mer., r.) 
 
 Mer. {dow7i R.). Indeed you shan't! Go along, you 
 fright ! I hate you ! 
 
 Jonas. I say I will ! {Tries to seize her.) 
 
 Mer. Will you? — bear I {Slaps his face.) 
 
 Jonas {crossing to c, savagely, aside). I should like to 
 make your heart bleed for that ! {Aloud.) Come along, 
 father ; stir your stupid old legs, will you ? {Pushes Anth. 
 out L.) Good-bye. 
 
 (He turns to look back. Mer. laughs at him.) 
 
 Mer. (r.). Go along, fright ! 
 
 (Jonas scowls and exits, l. Mer. goes to fireplace. Char. 
 sits on stool and scowls at her.) 
 
 Peck. (c). Oh ! avarice, avarice — how hideous are you ! 
 But let us not be too hard upon our fellow creatures. Charity, 
 when I take my chamber candlestick to-night, remind me to be 
 more than usually particular in praying for Mr. Anthony Chuz- 
 zlewit, who has done me an injustice. It is near the time, my 
 children, that I expect Mr. Pinch home with my new pupil, and 
 I think it will be prudent not to tell him that his grandfather, 
 old Martin Chuzzlewit, is in this vicinity. I abhor deceit, 
 but {Knock at door, L.) There's a knock! Be em- 
 ployed, children. {Takes book.) It may be Martin. 
 
 {They sit. He reads. They work.) 
 
 Enter Tom Pinch, conducting young Martin Chuzzlewit. 
 
12 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Peck, {looking uf). Bless my life ! {Rises.) Martin, my 
 dear boy, 1 am delighted to see you ! {Embraces him.) Here 
 are my daughters, Martin. You have not beheld them since 
 you were infants together. 
 
 {The ladies curtsey and he shakes hands with the?n, r. c.) 
 
 Mar. (r. c). I trust that acquaintance will be sufficient to 
 make us feel like old friends. 
 
 Peck. A noble sentiment, my dear young man. We are a 
 happy family, sir, — very happy ! Martin, you must be tired. 
 My innocents, retire, whilst my dear Martin partakes of some 
 refreshment. 
 
 (Char, and Mer., taking their work with themy cross l.) 
 
 Mer. Certainly, pa. 
 
 Mar. Pray, ladies, don't move. 
 
 {They smile blandly.) 
 
 Tom (l.). Yes, pray, ladies, don't go. 
 
 (Mer. bursts into a loud laugh at Tom, and Char, tosses 
 up her head. They exeufit, l.) 
 
 Peck. A deal of nature's graceful dignity in my eldest 
 child, — a noble creature ! As to Merry, as we call her, in her 
 face ''laughter is perpetually holding both his sides," as the 
 poet has it. An innocent lamb ! ( Crosses to fable up c.) My 
 dear Martin, here are sandwiches, biscuits, home-made wine, 
 an orange, — almost. {Takes up half a7i orange.) Mr. Pinch 
 will get you anything else you require. 
 
 E titer Jane, l. 
 
 Jane. You are wanted, sir. An elderly gentleman 
 
 Peck, {stopping her). Hem ! yes, that will do — I'm com- 
 ing. {Exit Jane.) There's a portfolio yonder; you can 
 amuse yourself. AH my own designs. Salisbury Cathedral 
 from the north, south, east, west — a wine cellar — an almshouse 
 — a jail — a powder magazine — a portico and a pump — all my 
 own designs ! I shall soon return. You must be very hungry, 
 so eat heartily. \^Exit, l. 
 
 Tom {going to table up c). Yes, eat heartily. Look! here 
 are sandwiches, home-made wine and half an orange. 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 1 3 
 
 Mar. {throwing himself carelessly into a chair before the 
 fircy R., and putting his feet on the hob). D — n the sand- 
 wiches and home-made wine ! Rubbish ! 
 
 Tom. Oh, dear ! You don't mean it ! Beautiful ! 
 
 Mar. Do you think so ? Then eat and enjoy it. {Sits 
 looking into the fire. After a pause.) A dull village this. 
 
 Tom. I don't find it dull, Mr. Chuzzlewit. 
 
 Mar. No ? How do you amuse yourself ? 
 
 Tom. There are some delightful walks, and in the church 
 there is the sweetest little organ you ever heard; and on 
 Sundays and at the week-day services I play it for them. And 
 sometimes when there are no services I get the keys and go 
 down and play for hours together, long after it is dark. I like 
 to play in the dark. The old organ never seems so sweet to 
 me as then. 
 
 Mar. Ah ! what do you get for all this, now ? 
 
 Tom. Nothing. 
 
 Mar. Well, you are a strange fellow. 
 
 Tom. When I say nothing, I don't mean that. It has led 
 to my passing some of the happiest hours I know, and it led to 
 my seeing one of the loveliest and most beautiful faces you can 
 possibly picture to yourself. I saw her standing just inside the 
 porch \ I didn't leave off playing, though, and she came again 
 to hear me the next morning and the next evening. But I have 
 not seen her now for some time, and it's very unlikely I shall 
 ever look on her face again. 
 
 Mar. And you never followed her ? 
 
 Tom. Why should I disturb her ? I heard she was a rela- 
 tive or companion of a gentleman staying at the Dragon. I 
 would have gone on playing the organ until I was an old man 
 to have given her a minute's pleasure every day — quite con- 
 tented if she sometimes thought of a poor fellow like me as part 
 of the music. {Fills glass and sits on stool behind Mar.) 
 How melancholy you are ! You were not so as we came home 
 together. 
 
 Mar. Why, the fact is, Pinch 
 
 (Mar. turns, and seeing Tom sitting on a stool behind him^ 
 bursts into a fit of laughter.) 
 
 Tom. Ah ! you are laughing at me. That's right ! Cheer 
 up ! That's capital ! 
 
 Mar. {turning to Tom). I never saw such a fellow as you 
 
14 THE CHUZZLEWIT8 
 
 are, Pinch. Deuce take it ! I must talk openly to some one. 
 I'll talk openly to you. Pinch. 
 
 Tom. I shall take it as being very friendly of you. 
 
 Mar. I'm not in your way, am I ? 
 
 {Notices that he is shielding Toufrom the fire.) 
 
 Tom. Not at all. 
 
 Mar. You must know, then, that I've been bred up with 
 great expectations; but for certain reasons I've been disin- 
 herited. 
 
 Tom (eating). By your father? 
 
 Mar. No, my grandfather. I have no parents. 
 
 Tom. No ? Neither have I. Ah — dear ! 
 
 Mar. The old fellow has many good points, but two very 
 great faults. He is provokingly obstinate and most abominably 
 selfish. 
 
 Tom. Is he, though ? Bless me ! 
 
 Mar. I've heard they have always been the failings of our 
 family, but, thank heaven, those vices have not descended to 
 me. You don't care about the fire, do you ? It's infernally 
 cold! 
 
 Tom. Oh, dear, no, not at all. Go on. 
 
 (Mar. spreads himself before theftre^ hiding it entirely from 
 Tom.) 
 
 Mar. Well, Pinch, I fell in love with my grandfather's 
 adopted daughter — his companion. Being full of jealousy and 
 distrust, he suspected me of this. 
 
 Tom. Well, there was no crime in that. 
 
 Mar. Of course not ! Well, he said nothing to her, but 
 charged me with attempting to deprive him of the young crea- 
 ture he had trained to be his only companion ; when at the 
 same time he had arranged for me to marry in some way of his 
 own. 
 
 Tom. Well, and what did you say ? 
 
 (Draws close up to Mar.) 
 
 Mar. Say ! Why, I started up ! (Rises and knocks Tom 
 over.) Told him he was a selfish old tyrant, and that I would 
 dispose myself in marriage as I liked. A tremendous quarrel 
 ensued, and the upshot was that I must renounce her or be 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 1 5 
 
 renounced by him. Now, you know I'm confoundedly — con- 
 foundedly {Stands by fire.) 
 
 Tom. Obstinate, too ! 
 
 Mar. No ! What a fellow you are ! 
 
 Tom. I thought you wanted a word. 
 
 Mar. I didn't want that word. Obstinacy is no part of my 
 character. I wouldn't give an inch, and here I am. 
 
 Tom {still on the floor). Yes, here we are ! You knew 
 Pecksniff before ? 
 
 Mar. Only by name, but I know his nature. I saw his 
 advertisement for a pupil, and was doubly bent on coming to 
 him, on account of his being 
 
 Tom {still on floor). Such an excellent man ! You are 
 quite right ; he is ! 
 
 Mar. {standing before fireplace). I am not quite sure of 
 that. No, because I knew my grandfather hated him, and 
 after the old man's behavior I was determined to annoy him all 
 in my power. 
 
 Tom. No, were you though ? 
 
 Mar. But I won't lose the girl ! 
 
 Tom. Don't be angry ; all will be well in time ; and if I 
 can serve you 
 
 Mar. Thank you ! You're a good fellow I ( Crosses to 
 Tom, shaki?ig hands and helping him to rise.) I'll tell you 
 what you may do ; and this moment too, if you like. 
 
 Tom {readily). What is it, my dear fellow? 
 
 Mar. I'm out of temper, and tired. I'll go and lie down, 
 and you come and read to me. 
 
 Tom. I shall be delighted ! {Gets book.) 
 
 Mar. (yawfiing and leaning on mantel). You needn't 
 leave off when I'm getting drowsy. It's pleasant to wake grad- 
 ually to the sounds again. Did you ever try it ? 
 
 Tom. No, never ! 
 
 Mar. {crossing to Tom, putting his arm about him and 
 going R. to door). It's very pleasant. Try it, when you can 
 persuade some simple-minded fellow to do it. 
 
 \They exeunt^ r. 
 
 (Peck, peeks in at door, l ; seeing coast clear , enters ^ bow- 
 ing, followed by Old Martin Chuzzlewit.) 
 
 Old M. {crossing to c). You are quite alone ? 
 Peck, [bowing lowly). Quite, my dear sir, quite I My 
 daughters are in their rooms, and 
 
l6 THE CHUziLEWITS 
 
 Old M. {impatiently). Yes, yes ! but is he — is he out of 
 the way ? I do not choose to encounter him. 
 
 Peck. Your grandson Martin ? Yes, he has evidently 
 gone to his room to rest after his journey. 
 
 Old M. Enough ! Pecksniff, I regret that you and I held 
 such a conversation as that of our last meeting. 
 
 Peck. Don't mention it, my dear cousin, 1 was honored by 
 it. I (^Offers a chair,') 
 
 Old M. (wavifig silence). I repeat it — I very much regret 
 having laid open to you what were then my thoughts of you as 
 freely as I did. I am changed. My intentions are now altered. 
 Deserted by those whom I loved, by those for whom I labored 
 — beset by harpies — I now fly to you for refuge. I confide in 
 you to attach yourself to me by ties of interest and expectation, 
 and to help me to visit the consequence of meanness, dissimu- 
 lation, and subtlety on the right heads. 
 
 {Sits c. in chair offered by Peck.) 
 
 Peck, (bowing and rubbing his hands). My noble sir, pray 
 offer no bribes. From the purest affection, the purest love, 
 the purest admiration of your excellent and generous nature, I 
 am yours, heart and soul, beloved sir, I am yours. 
 
 Old M. Do you never sit down ? 
 
 Peck. Why, yes, occasionally. 
 
 Old M. Will you do so now ? 
 
 Peck. Delighted, my dear sir. {Sits L.) 
 
 Old M. You remember what passed between us at a former 
 interview ? 
 
 Peck. I do, dear sir, and came home and prayed fervently 
 that the film might fall from your blessed eyes, and that you 
 might see me in my proper light. 
 
 Old M. Pecksniff, I will see you in your proper light. 
 You spoke to me disinterestedly of — I needn't name him — you 
 know whom I mean. 
 
 Peck. Quite disinterestedly, I assure you. 
 
 Old M. He is in your house as a pupil ? 
 
 Peck. Yes, sir, he is. 
 
 Old M. He must quit it. 
 
 Peck. For yours ? 
 
 Old M. For any shelter he can find. He has deceived 
 me — he may you. 
 
 Peck. I hope not ; I abominate deceit. 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 1 7 
 
 Old M. He has made his matrimonial choice — crossed my 
 fondest hopes ; he shall never have from me one shilling. 
 
 Peck, (rising). I will turn him out directly ! The ser- 
 pent ; the viper ; to practice on those venerable gray hairs ; to 
 deceive his more than father, to say nothing at all of mother. 
 To turn him out with ignominy will be treatment too good for 
 such a crime. 
 
 Old M. I am glad to find you so consistent, and that you 
 second me so warmly. Pecksniff, you shall be my factor in 
 all things — free and uncontrolled. Is it a bargain ? 
 
 {Holds out ha fid.) 
 
 Peck, {taking Old M.'s ha^id, trying to cry and appear 
 overcofne). This is too much, my — my dear sir — the honor — 
 the 
 
 Old M. {withdrawing his hand). Pah I You agree ? 
 
 Peck. (l. c.)- Oh, yes ! 
 
 {Puts his handkerchief to his eyes as if overpowered.) 
 
 Old M. 'Tis well ! Banish this boy, and you will prove 
 that I am not deceived in you. Pecksniff — I am yours ! 
 
 Peck, {bowing servilely). Oh ! 
 
 Old M. I regret not having known you sooner. If I had 
 I should have used you, as you well deserve. 
 
 Enter Char, and Mer., l. 
 
 Peck. My dears, oblige me by thanking heaven for this. 
 
 {They go to Old M., embrace him and lean affectionately on 
 him.) 
 
 Old M. What are their names ? 
 
 Peck. (l.). Mercy and Charity. Not unholy names, I 
 hope, sir. 
 
 Old M. Which is the younger ? 
 
 (Mer. steps forward and curtseys.) 
 
 Peck. Mercy, by five years. We sometimes venture to 
 consider her rather a fine figure, sir. Speaking as an artist, 
 I am naturally proud, if I may use the expression, to have a 
 daughter who is constructed on the best models. 
 
 (Mer. trips away. Char, retires disgusted.) 
 
l8 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Old M. She seems to have a lively disposition. 
 
 Peck. She has ; her gaiety is delightful. She roves from 
 parlor to bedroom, Mr. Chuzzlewit, like the bee. She skims 
 from post to pillar like the butterfly, dipping her young beak 
 into our current wine like the humming-bird. Speaking of 
 wine, allow me to drink your health. (^Gets wine fro?n side- 
 board and hands glass to Old M.) Bless you ! {^Drinks.) 
 
 Old M. I drink to you. (Drinks. Makes wry face. 
 Rises and puts glass on table. ^ Now let me go. My dears, 
 good-evening. 
 
 (Peck, shakes hands with Old M. ; his daughters kiss him. 
 Old M. exits i..^ followed by Peck, atid his daughters with 
 a great show of affection.^ 
 
 Enter Tom and M.h'R. ^ from r. 
 
 Tom (^ going down c). And so we've nothing more to 
 show you. I dare say we shall begin work to-morrow. Do 
 you like Mr. Pecksniff? 
 
 Mar. (at fireplace). He strikes me as being something of 
 a shining light. 
 
 Tom. He is a shining light. 
 
 Mar. (doubtfully). Ah ! 
 
 Tom. I don't know how it is, no one seems to know him as 
 I do. I admire him, and reverence him. I am under obhga- 
 tions to him, Martin, that the devotion of a life will never repay. 
 
 (Sits in chair f looking up at Mar.) 
 
 Mar. Do you know, Tom Pinch, I seem to have known 
 you for years. If I should turn out to be a great architect, I 
 tell you what should be one of the things I'd build. 
 
 Tom. Aye, what ? 
 
 Mar. Your fortune. 
 
 Tom. No, would you ? How good of you ! 
 
 Mar. That would be after I had made a name, and I should 
 be married to her then, of course. 
 
 Tom. To the young lady we have spoken of? 
 
 Mar. To your beautiful spirit, yes. 
 
 Tom (disturbed). Oh, yes, of course. 
 
 Mar. And we should have, I hope, children about us. 
 They'd be fond of you, Tom Pinch. (Tom looks down, but is 
 silent.) Perhaps I might name one of them after you, Tom, 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS I9 
 
 eh ? Well, I don't know. Thomas Pinch Chuzzlewit— T. P. 
 C. on his pinafores — she would like you, Pinch, 1 know. 
 
 Tom {faintly). Yes. 
 
 Mar. Oh, I know she would. And in honor of old times 
 down here, we'd have an organ, and as you're fond of playing 
 in the dark, in the dark it should be ; and many's the summer 
 evenings she and I will sit and listen to you, Tom. 
 
 {Fufs his hand on Tom's shoulder.) 
 
 Tom {much moved). You are very considerate and affec- 
 tionate, like everybody else who knows me. It shows the kind- 
 ness of human nature, for I am sure I have no right to such 
 goodness. {Rises, goes up.) 
 
 Enter Peck, from l. 
 
 Peck. You must be cold, Mr. Pinch. {Ignores Mar.) 
 Pray come into a warm place. Pinch. 
 
 (Peck, takes him and sits him on stool above fireplace, tak- 
 ing the easy chair himself. Mar. is up c. ) 
 
 Tom. Pve been explaining to Mr. Martin 
 
 Peck. Yes ! Yes ! we will not discuss that at present. 
 
 And what have you been doing in the architectural way, 
 
 Thomas, eh? 
 
 (Mar. comes dow?i l. c. Tom looks uneasily from Peck, to 
 him, a?id is much embarrassed. Vecyl pokes fire and fid- 
 gets his chair with appearance of being occupied.) 
 
 Mar. (l. c). Now, Mr. Pecksniff, if you have sufficiently 
 warmed and recovered yourself, I shall be glad to hear what 
 you mean by this treatment of me. {Pause. Peck, takes no 
 notice. Mar. moves to c.) Mr. Pecksniff, you heard what 
 I said just now. Do me the favor to reply if you please. I ask 
 you, what do you mean by this ? 
 
 Peck, {severely). I will talk to you presently. 
 
 Mar. Presently will not do. I must trouble you to talk to 
 me at once. Now — now ! 
 
 Peck, {rising ) . Do you threaten me, sir ? You have de- 
 ceived me. You have obtained admission, sir, to this house 
 on perverted statements and under false pretenses. 
 
 Mar. Good. I understand you now. My grandfather has 
 been here — what more ? 
 
20 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Peck. (r. c). This much more. {Trembles and tries to 
 rub his hands as if cold?) This lowly roof must not be con- 
 taminated by the presence of one who has cruelly deceived an 
 honorable and venerated gentleman. I weep for your deprav- 
 ity, sir. I pity the withdrawal of yourself from the flowery 
 paths {striking his breast) of purity and peace, but I cannot 
 have a leper and a serpent for an inmate. Go forth, young 
 man ! like all who know you, I renounce you. 
 
 Enter Mer. and Cuar. Mar. steps forward as if to strike 
 Peck. Tom, who has risen, holds hi?n back. Mer. and 
 Char, rush to Peck., who retreats momentarily, as if 
 afraid, and then stands calmly looki?ig up to ceiling, and 
 with the tips of his fingers joified. 
 
 Mar. (l. c). Pinch, let me go. Do you think a blow 
 could make him a more abject creature than he is? Look at 
 him, Pinch. (Tom looks at Peck., who smiles benignly.) I 
 tell you he stands there disgraced, bought, used, a cloth for 
 dirty hands, a lying, fawning, servile hound ! and mark me. 
 Pinch, the day will come — he knows it — see it written on his 
 face while I speak — when even you will find him out, and will 
 know him as I do. He renounce me ! Cast your eyes on the 
 renouncer. Pinch, and be the wiser for it. 
 
 (Mar. poifits contemptuously at Peck, while he speaks. 
 Mer. and Char, cling around Peck.) 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
ACT II 
 
 SCENE. — Room at Anthony's. Door c. in flat. Doors R. 
 a7id L. Fireplace, L. Table set for supper, c. Chairs r. 
 a7id L. of it. Armchair at fireplace. Another arfnchair 
 above fireplace. Old desk with drawers, R. Candle burti- 
 ing on mantel. Another on table. 
 
 (Anthony seated in armchair before fire.) 
 
 Anth. (warmifig his hands over fire). What a cold spring 
 it is ! It was a warmer season, sure, when I was young ! 
 
 Enter Jonas, followed by Char. ««^Mer., door in flat. 
 
 Jonas (crossing to Anth.). You needn't go scorching your 
 clothes into holes, whether it was or not. Broadcloth ain't so 
 cheap as that comes to. 
 
 Anth. A good lad ! A prudent lad ! He never delivered 
 himself up to the vanities of dress. No, no ! 
 
 Jonas (l. c). Here are the gals. 
 
 Anth. (rising feebly). Glad to see you, girls. Is your 
 father coming ? 
 
 Char. (c). We expect him soon. 
 
 {Titters and goes to Mer., r.) 
 
 Jonas. Well, ghost, is tea ready ? 
 
 Anth. (l.). I should think it was. 
 
 Jonas (at table, c). What's the good of that? I should 
 think it was. I want to know. 
 
 Anth. (sinking into chair at flreplace). Ah! I don't know 
 for certain. 
 
 Jonas. You don't know for certain ? No, you don't know 
 anything for certain, you don't. Give me your candle. 
 (Crosses to flreplace a7id takes candle.) I want it for the gals. 
 
 (He beckons the girls and they follow him into room, r. 
 Anth. busies hi7ns elf poking fire mitil^o^h^ returns.) 
 
 Anth. (poking fire). It's very cold. 
 
 Jonas (crossing and taking poker from him). Let the fire 
 
 21 
 
22 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 be. Do you want to come to want in your old age that you 
 take to wasting now ? 
 
 Anth. There's not time for that, Jonas. 
 
 Jonas {at fireplace). Not time for what ? 
 
 Anth. For me to come to want. I wish there was. 
 
 Jonas {at fireplace^. You always were as selfish an old blade 
 as need be. You wouldn't mind coming to want, wouldn't 
 you ? I dare say you wouldn't, and your own flesh and blood 
 might come to want, too, might they, for anything you cared ! 
 Oh, you precious old flint ! 
 
 {Knock at door in flat. Jonas goes to door and admits 
 Bailey.) 
 
 Bailey (/« doorway). I say, there's a gentleman coming 
 up-stairs as knows you. He seed you coming here and just 
 sent me up to see if you'd see him. Here's his card. 
 
 Jonas {taking card afid readitig). Tigg Montague, Esq. 
 Who's he ? 
 
 Enter Tigg, dressed extravagantly. Eye-glass, etc. 
 
 Tigg (r. c). Behold him here, life size, warranted original. 
 {Strikes attitude, puts glass in eye, crosses to Jonas and seizes 
 his hand.) Ah, my dear fellow ! Quite well ? Here you {to 
 Bailey) what-is-it ! Here's a shilHng for you. Vanish, quick ! 
 Presto ! Cut ! 
 
 Bailey {up c, taking shilling). You make yourself at 
 home, you do ! 
 
 Tigg {up r. c). Get out ! 
 
 Bailey. Out I goes, as the wind said to the bellers. Va- 
 riety ! [Exit by door in flat. 
 
 Tigg. Sharp boy that. (Seizes Jonas' hand.) Well, how 
 are you ? 
 
 Jonas {withdrawing his hand). Why, I've no money to 
 lend, if that's what you want ; though it seems you've dropped 
 somebody in for it. {Looks at Tigg's dress.) Well, there are 
 some soft chaps in the world, anyhow. 
 
 Tigg {going down r. c). A long lane that has no turning, 
 Chuzzlewit. I have met with a few speculative spirits, Chuz- 
 zlewit, and am on the high road to fortune. Hark ye ! What 
 do you think of "The Anglo-Bengalee Disinterested Loan and 
 Life Insurance Company"? What do you think of that, eh? 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 23 
 
 Paid up capital a figure two, and as many aughts after it as 
 the printer can get into the same line. 
 
 Jonas {sitting l. of table). I know all about paid up 
 capital. 
 
 TiGG {presenting Jonas a prospectus). Here's a prospectus. 
 Tigg Montague, Esq., Chairman. {Sits r. of table.) 
 
 Jonas. Well, what do you want with me ? 
 
 Tigg. See my card. I'm living in Pall Mall. Give me a 
 call; come and dine. {Leajis toward ^o^k%^ co7ifidentially.) 
 I want you to join us ; sprinkle a little capital, and reap a rich 
 harvest of profit. 
 
 Jonas. You don't mean to say it's a speculation oi yours ? 
 
 Tigg {sitting back). Of mine and some other fellows of 
 equal genius. {Rises.) Proof of success, vide appearance. 
 
 {Strikes attitude.) 
 
 Jonas. I see, I see j it's a swindle. 
 
 Tigg {sitting r. of table again). Some people won't see the 
 distinction between peculation and speculation. It's a spec. 
 Join us. Wealth, immense wealth must necessarily pass through 
 our hands. The affair is magnificently started — offices, branch 
 offices, secretaries, vehicles, servants, furniture, prospectuses, 
 agents, clerks, green and red ledgers, court guides, directories, 
 day-books, letter-boxes, iron safes — everything ready and in 
 full play. We have but to watch how things are working 
 and 
 
 Jonas. Oh, I'm not going to run into any danger and lose 
 what I've got and what I shall have when father dies. 
 
 Tigg. Lose, impossible ! {Rises.) Well, at any rate you'll 
 give me a call. No danger in that. 
 
 Jonas {risi?ig). I don't mind calling; you've got some 
 wine, I suppose. 
 
 Tigg (r. c). Wine ! pipes, rivers. 
 
 Jonas (l. c). But mind, I don't bind myself to anything. 
 Let us understand that. 
 
 Tigg. Bind, nonsense ! Wait till you see it. {Crosses to 
 Jonas and slaps him on back.) I applaud your caution, old 
 friend. Well, I shall expect to see you. 
 
 {Goes toward door in flat.) 
 
 Efiter Bailey. 
 
 Bailey {up c). I say, sir; that boy as you give your 
 
24 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 horse to, to hold, is letting it out at a penny a ride to all the 
 coves in the neighborhood, and they ain't giving it a sweating 
 at all neither. Oh, no I 
 
 TiGG {lip L. c). The devil they are ! Say, I want a smart 
 lad. Do you know of one, Wrinklenose ? 
 
 Bailey. Oh, I ain't just the chap neither. Oh, no, not at 
 all. Hire me. I'm to let, sir. 
 
 TiGG. Call on me. {Gives Bailey card.') Pall Mall. 
 Good-bye, Chuzzlewit, I shall expect you. Now, Wrinkle- 
 nose, show the way. 
 
 Bailey. This way, sir. 
 
 {Touches his cap and goes, followed by Tigg. Jonas crosses 
 to doory R.) 
 
 Jonas {at doory r.). Now, gals ! {Enter Char, and Mer., 
 from r. Jonas goes to chair r. of table and pulls it out for 
 Char, to sit. Mer. crosses to l. of table.) Bachelor's Hall, 
 you know, cousin. {To Char.) I say ; the other one will be 
 having a laugh at this when she gets home, won't she ? Here 
 you sit on the right side of me, and I'll have her upon the left. 
 {Crosses to chair L. of table.) Other one, will you sit here ? 
 
 Mer. You're such a fright that I know I shall have no 
 appetite if I sit so near you, but I suppose I must. 
 
 {Sits L. of table.) 
 
 Jonas {at back of table to Char.). Ain't she lively ? 
 
 Char, {seated v.. of table). Oh, I really don't know ! I'm 
 tired of being asked such ridiculous questions. 
 
 Jonas. Where's that sleepy-headed Chuffey got to ? {Goes 
 to door, L. Enter Old Chuffey, from l. He goes down to 
 chair above fireplace.) Now, stupid. (Chuf. pauses by chair.) 
 Oh, you know your name, do you ? {Crossing to l. C.) Our 
 clerk, old Chuffey. 
 
 Mer. Is he deaf, poor fellow ? 
 
 Jonas. No. I don't know that he is. He ain't deaf, is 
 he, father? 
 
 Anth. I never heard him say he was. 
 
 Char. Blind ? 
 
 Jonas. N-no. I never understood that he was at all blind. 
 You don't consider him blind, do you, father ? 
 
 Anth. Certainly not. 
 
 Mer. What is he then ? 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 25 
 
 Jonas {to back of table^ apart to the young ladies). Why, 
 I'll tell you what he is. He's precious old for one thing; and 
 I ain't best pleased with him for that, for I think my father 
 must have caught it of him. He's been addling his old brains 
 with figures and bookkeeping all his life, so he's a strange old 
 chap and don't understand any one hardly but him. {Foi?its 
 to Anth. ) Now, cousin {to Char.), you make the tea just as 
 if you were mistress here. (Char, simpers, but does as he 
 asks, a?id he chucks her under the chin. Mer. passes tea to 
 Anth. and Chuf.) I say, did you think I was lost that I 
 didn't come to see you before ? 
 
 Char. I didn't think at all about it. 
 
 Jonas. Didn't you though ! Did the other one ? 
 
 {Indicates Mer., who is giving tea to Chuf.) 
 
 Char. She never said anything about it one way or the 
 other. 
 
 Jonas. Didn't she laugh about it? 
 
 Char. No, she didn't even laugh about it. 
 
 Jonas. She's a terrible one to laugh, ain't she? 
 
 Char. She is very lively. 
 
 Jonas. Liveliness is a pleasant thing — when it don't lead 
 to spending money. Ain't it? 
 
 Char, {looking down demurely). Very much so indeed. 
 
 Jonas. Such liveliness as yours, I mean, you know. 
 {Nudges her with his elbow. Mer. comes back to table, sits, 
 drinks tea. ) Aha ! There you are, are you ? 
 
 Mer. Yes, fright, here I am. And 1 would much rather 
 be anywhere else, I assure you. 
 
 Jonas. You don't mean that. You can't, you know; it 
 isn't possible. 
 
 Mer. You can have what opinion you like, fright. I am 
 content to keep mine ; and mine is that you are a very unpleas- 
 ant, odious person. (Laughs very inuch.) 
 
 Jonas. Oh, you're a sharp gal ! She's a regular teaser, 
 ain't she, cousin ? {Aside.) I'll make her pay for this. 
 
 {Knock. Jonas rises, goes to door in flat and admits Peck.) 
 
 Peck. Ah, my beloved children, I rejoice to see you in 
 affectionate intercourse with relatives. Man is but grass and 
 soon converted into the hay of declining life. Then why 
 
 Jonas. There, we don't want any sermons now, you know. 
 
26 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 {Goes over to Anth., who is asleep and shakes him.) Hello, 
 father ! Here's Pecksniff ! He gets more addlepated every- 
 day he lives. {Shakes him again.') Don't I tell you Peck- 
 sniff's here, stupid head? 
 
 Anth. {starting out of his sleep and poking the fire). Ah, 
 Pecksniff — eh ? Pecksniff ! Yes, yes ; I wanted to see Peck- 
 sniff. 
 
 Jonas {arresting his father's hand). Let the fire be, can't 
 you ? You extravagant old fool ! 
 
 Chuf. Ah, your own son ! Mr. Chuzzlewit, your own son ! 
 
 Jonas. There, father's awake now. He wants to speak to 
 you, Pecksniff, on particular business. {Takes chair from up 
 back and places it near Anth. Crosses to Mer., who rises.) 
 I say, gals, let's leave the old uns together. Come up-stairs 
 and I'll show you over the house — eh, merry one? {Puts his 
 arm about Mer.'s waist.) How should you like to be mistress 
 of this house, eh ? 
 
 Mer. Oh, you horrid fright, don't talk like that. 
 
 {Pushes him away and goes up \.. Jonas looks gloweringly 
 at her and then crosses to Char., who has risen.) 
 
 Char, {declining Jonas' arfn). Thank ye, I can walk by 
 myself. 
 
 Jonas. Oh, very well, shan't ask twice. Here, merry one, 
 you're the one for me. 
 
 {Goes up, puts arm about Mer., aftd goes out r. with her ; 
 Cuk-R. following in a huff.) 
 
 Peck. And now, my dear sir, that we are alone — I say 
 alone, because I believe that our dear friend, Mr. Chuffey, is, 
 metaphysically speaking — shall I say — a dummy ? 
 
 Anth. {suddenly). Jonas is sweet upon your daughter, 
 Pecksniff. 
 
 Peck. A charming girl, sir, though I say it who should not 
 say it. 
 
 Anth. You lie. What, you will be a hypocrite, will you ? 
 
 Peck. My good sir ! 
 
 Anth. Don't call me good sir, and don't pretend to be one 
 yourself. If your daughter was what you would have me be- 
 lieve, she wouldn't do for my son. Being what I think she is, 
 thrifty and selfish, I think she will. {Pises and crosses back 
 of table to r. c.) I don't want my substance, my savings, 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 27 
 
 wasted when I am dead. {Draws his breath heavily^ leans on 
 back of chair r. of table. After a pause ^ sits heavily.^ Peck- 
 sniff, that time is not very far distant. It's here, here ! 
 
 Peck, {rising, l. c). My dear Mr. Chuzzlewit, these are 
 unwholesome fancies. (Anth. shakes his head.) The truth 
 is, my dear sir, you are not well. 
 
 {Crosses sympathetically to back of table.) 
 
 Anth. Not dying yet, not yet ! Look at him. {Foitits to 
 Chuf.) Death has no right to leave him standing and mow 
 me down. 
 
 Peck. Undoubtedly not, no right whatever. (Sits l. of 
 table.) It's Mr. Chuffey's duty to die first. 
 
 Anth. Listen. {Beckons Peck. ; they lean toward each 
 other.) Jonas will be my heir; Jonas will be rich. A great 
 catch for you — you know that. You've promised with your 
 daughter a certain sum. Give it, but take my advice. Bind 
 Jonas while he is in the mood. Bind him, Pecksniff. You 
 want him, I know. Bah ! {Sits back.) You man of oil, have 
 I no eyes to see how you have angled with him from the first? 
 That's my advice {leaning toivard Peck.), follow it ! {Leans 
 
 back.) That's done, and Ah! I'm weak, weak. 
 
 Here, here ! 
 
 {Lays his hand on his heart and breathes heavily.) 
 
 Enter Jonas, coming down l. of Peck. 
 
 Jonas. Well, Pecksniff, how do you get on ? What ! 
 {Looks across at his father.) Father asleep again? He's 
 always at it now. 
 
 Peck, {rising and taking Jonas a little to l.). Do you 
 know, Mr. Jonas, that I think your father is — don't let me 
 alarm you — breaking. 
 
 Jonas {spitefully). Is he? You don't know how tough he 
 is. I do. 
 
 Peck, {looking across at Anth.). It strikes me there is an 
 extraordinary change, both in his appearance and manner. 
 
 Jonas {half-starting and alarmed). What do you mean by 
 extraordinary, if he is changed ? There's nothing remarkable 
 in that, is there ? 
 
 (Anth. groans heavily, rises from his chair ^ looks around 
 wildly, and falls forward on the floor.) 
 
28 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Chuf. (stariifig up and crossing to Anth.). Look here, 
 look here ! — something wrong. Mr. Chuzzlewit ! {^Kneels 
 down by Anth.) My poor old master ! Mr. Chuzzlewit ! 
 Mr. Chuzzlewit ! 
 
 Peck, {star tifig forward). Send for a doctor ! 
 
 Jonas \seizi?ig Peck, by the arm and drawing hiin to l.). 
 Don't — don't leave me, Pecksniff. It's lucky you were pres- 
 ent. Some one might have said it was my doing. 
 
 Peck, {looking at him in surprise). Your doing? 
 
 Jonas. I used to joke, you know, but I — I never wished 
 him dead. I know how people will talk — ^just as if he wasn't 
 old, or I could keep him alive. {Sees Anth. rising from the 
 floor, Chuf. assistitig him.) Look — look ! {Shrinks behind 
 Peck.) He's rising up ! He wants to speak ! Don't let him 
 — it will be the worse for him ! 
 
 (Jonas stares in fright past V-ecvl. Anth. gazes vacantly 
 and wildly around, until his eyes rest on Jonas. He 
 makes a violent effort to speak ; points at him, struggles 
 and falls. Jonas recoils. Chuf. bends over the body.) 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
ACT III 
 
 SCENE I. — A year later. Garden at Peck.'s. Table, c. 
 Chair Sy r. atid L. of it. Garden seat, l. Set house at r. 
 
 (Peck, and Char, finishing breakfast at table. He is 
 frow?iing ; her nose is red and her mouth is screwed up 
 in a hostile manner.^ 
 
 Peck, (seated l. of table). Cherry, what is amiss between 
 us ? My child, why are we disunited ? 
 
 Char. Bother, pa ! 
 
 Peck, {in a tone of anguish). Bother ! 
 
 Char. Oh ! It's too late to talk to me like that. I know 
 what it means, and what its value is. 
 
 Peck. This is hard ! This is very hard ! She is my child ! 
 I carried her in my arms when she wore shapeless worsted 
 shoes — I might say mufflers — many years ago ! 
 
 Char, (spitefully). You needn't taunt me with that, pa. 
 I am not so many years older than my sister, either, though she 
 is married to your friend ! 
 
 Peck. Ah, human nature, human nature ! To think that 
 this discord should arise from such a cause ! Oh, dear, oh, 
 dear ! 
 
 Char. From such a cause, indeed ! State the real cause, 
 pa, or I'll state it myself. 
 
 Peck. You will ! You have. You did yesterday, you do 
 always. You have no decency ; you make no secret of your 
 temper ; you have exposed yourself to Mr. Chuzzlewit a hun- 
 dred times. 
 
 Char. Myself! Oh, indeed, I don't mind that. 
 
 Peck. Me, too, then. (Char, laughs scor7ifully.) And 
 since we have come to an explanation, miss, let me tell that I 
 won't allow it. None of your nonsense, miss ! I won't permit 
 it to be done. 
 
 Char, (rocking her chair backward and forward, and rais- 
 ing her voice to a high pitch). I shall do, pa, what I please. 
 I'm not going to be crushed in everything. I've been more 
 shamefully used than anybody ever was in this world (crying 
 and sobbing), and may expect the worst treatment from you, I 
 know. But I don't care for that ; no, I don't ! 
 
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30 
 
 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Peck, {desperate at her loud tojie, risings looking all about 
 him, crossing back of table afid shaking her. She is much sur- 
 prised^. I'll do it again ! How do you mean about being 
 shamefully used ? If Mr. Jouay chose your sister in preference 
 to you, who could help it, I should wish to know. What have 
 I to do with it ? 
 
 Char. Wasn't I made a convenience of? Weren't my 
 feelings trifled with ? Didn't he address himself to me first ? 
 ( Wrings her hands.) And, oh, good gracious, that I should 
 live to be shook ! 
 
 Peck, {standitig back of her chair). You'll live to be shaken 
 again, if you drive me to that means of maintaining decorum 
 under my humble roof. I wonder that you haven't more spirit. 
 {Crosses L. c.) If Mr. Jonas didn't care for you, how could 
 you wish to have him ? 
 
 Char, (indigriantly). / wish to have him ! /wish to have 
 him, pa ! 
 
 Peck. (l. of table). Then what are you making all this 
 fuss for ? 
 
 Char. Because I was treated with duplicity, and because 
 my own sister and my own father conspired against me. I am 
 not angry with her. I pity her. I'm sorry for her. I know 
 the fate that's in store for her with that wretch 
 
 Peck. Mr. Jonas will survive your calling him a wretch, 
 my child, I dare say, but call him what you like and make an 
 end of it. 
 
 Char, (rising). Not an end, pa. That's not the only 
 point on which we're not agreed. I won't submit to it. It's 
 better that you should know that at once. I'm not blind and 
 I must ask you to provide me with another home. Place me 
 somewhere, on an independent footing, for I will not submit to 
 having a stepmother at my age. (Goes up r.) 
 
 Peck. (l. of table). Well, I have ever sacrificed my chil- 
 dren's happiness to my own — I mean my own happiness to my 
 children's, and I will not begin to regulate my life by other rules 
 of conduct now. If you can be happier elsewhere than in your 
 father's house, my dear, go. Do not think of me, my girl. 
 I shall get on pretty well, no doubt. Wherever you may go 
 you will have my blessing. (Looks r.) But here comes Mr. 
 Chuzzlewit. Leave us alone, my child. (Char, exits r., above 
 house, weeping. Enter r., froin house. Old M., very feeble, 
 leaning on cane. Peck, goes to meet Old M.) Well, my 
 good sir, and how is my good friend this delicious morning ? 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 3 1 
 
 Old M. (r.). Do you mean me ? 
 
 Peck. (r. c). Ah ! one of his deaf days, I see. {Goes 
 to Old M. and leads him to chair R. of table.) Could I mean 
 any one else, my dear sir ? 
 
 Old M. (sitting r. of table). You might have meant Mary. 
 
 Peck. (r. c). Indeed I might. Quite true. I might 
 speak of her as a dear friend, I hope? 
 
 Old M. 1 hope so. I think she deserves it. 
 
 Peck. Think ! Think ! Mr. Chuzzlewit ! 
 
 Old M. You are speaking, I know, but I don't catch what 
 you say. 
 
 Peck, {aside). He's getting deafer than a flint. {Aloud.) 
 I was saying, my dear sir, that I am afraid I must make up 
 my mind to part with Cherry. 
 
 Old M. What has she been doing ? 
 
 Peck, (aside). He puts the most ridiculous questions I ever 
 heard ! He's a child to-day. {Aloud.) She hasn't been 
 doing anything, my dear friend. 
 
 Old M. Then what are you going to part with her for ? 
 
 Peck. She hasn't her health by any means. She misses 
 her sister, my dear sir ; they doted on each other from the 
 cradle, and I think of giving her a run to London for a change. 
 A good long run, sir, if 1 feel she likes it. 
 
 Old M. Quite right. It's judicious. 
 
 Peck. I am glad to hear you say so. I hope you mean to 
 bear me company in this dull part while she is away. 
 
 Old M. I have no intention of removing from it. 
 
 Peck. Then why, my good sir, can't you come and stay 
 with me ? Such a place as the Dragon, however well con- 
 ducted, is hardly a home for Miss Graham. 
 
 Old M. No, you are quite right, it is not. 
 
 Peck. Then why not bring Miss Graham here, sir ? Our 
 lovely friend shall occupy my daughter's room ; you shall 
 choose your own — we shall not quarrel, I hope. 
 
 Old M. We are not likely to do that. 
 
 Peck, (pressing his hand). We understand each other, 
 my dear sir, I see ! (Aside.) I can wind him 'round my 
 little finger. (Crosses to l. c, back of table.) 
 
 Old M. You leave the recompense to me ? 
 
 Peck. (l. c). Oh, do not speak of recompense. 
 
 Old M. I wish to pay as I go, even when I buy of you ; not 
 that I do not leave a balance to be settled one day, Pecksniff. 
 
 Peck. May that day be far distant. (Fulls out handker- 
 
32 
 
 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 chief and wipes his eyes.) Ah ! sir, if I could say how deep 
 an interest I have in you and yours ! I allude to our beautiful 
 young friend 
 
 Old M. You mean Mary? 
 
 Peck. Yes, if her position could be altered or defined, sir ! 
 
 Old M. Should I make her a seamstress or a governess ? 
 
 Peck. Heaven forbid, my dear sir ; there are other ways, 
 there are indeed, but I am much excited and embarrassed, and 
 my feelings will not consent to be entirely smothered like the 
 young children in the Tower. They are grown up, and the 
 more I press the bolster on them the more they look around 
 the corner of it. I — I — would rather not pursue the subject. 
 I will resume it at some other time — bless you ! 
 
 (Apparently overcome ^ goes L.) 
 
 Old M. {rising and going up to gate). Your good inten- 
 tions have unnerved you ; a little walk will do you good ! 
 Will you accompany me back to the Dragon ? 
 
 Peck, {going up quickly to Old M.). With pleasure. 
 
 [ They exeunt through gate to L. 
 
 Enter Tom, from house. 
 
 Tom {crossing and putting table to rights'). No news from 
 America, from young Mr. Martin. Poor Mary will break her 
 heart. Poor Mary ! She loves him dearly ! And to be loved 
 by her he ought to be a happy fellow. {Sighs. ) Ah ! had I 
 been like him — handsome, talented and amiable, I might have 
 known the blessing of being loved by one like her. Like her? 
 No, no ; there is no other in the world like her — not one. 
 
 Enter Mary Graham, agitated a?td hastily, from r., through 
 gate. 
 
 Mary {coming down r. c). Ah, Mr. Pinch, I'm glad I 
 found you. Why, there are tears in your eyes. 
 
 Tom {at back of table). Eh ? Bless me ! ( Wipes his eyes.) 
 So there are. I was thinking of poor Martin. (Mary turns 
 away, r.) Now don't start and look so pale, Miss Mary, pray 
 don't. {Goes to her.) Bless me ! there's something the mat- 
 ter. [Leads her to chair r. of table.) I'm, sure there is, so 
 don't deceive me ! You are alarmed ! 
 
 Mary {sitting r. of table). Mr. Pinch, I have hitherto 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 33 
 
 hesitated to confide in you, though Martin desired me to do so. 
 Oh, Mr. Pinch, I am really very wretched ! 
 
 {Places handkerchief to her eyes.) 
 
 Enter Peck., at back, from l. Seeing them^ he softly enters 
 gate and steals behind tree or bush up L. and listens. 
 
 Tom (r. c). Dear, dear ! What is the matter, Miss Mary? 
 Trust me, do. I'm a poor, shy, awkward creature, and you 
 should think no more of me, bless you, than if I were a toasting 
 fork, or a frying-pan ; but anything I can do I will. 
 
 Mary. Dear Mr. Pinch, 1 cannot tell you how your kind- 
 ness moves me ! One reason that I did not consult you is 
 that you are an unflinching advocate of poor Martin's greatest 
 enemy, Mr. Pecksniff. (Peck, dodges down behind the bush.) 
 Mr. Pinch, you are mistaken in him. That person whom 
 you think is the best of men is the worst, the falsest, most 
 shameless ! 
 
 Tom. Mercy on us ! Good gracious ! What has he done ? 
 
 Mary. What is he, who, knowing how defenseless and 
 alone I am, persecutes and affronts me with his loathsome 
 advances ? 
 
 Tom. Whoever he may be he is a scoundrel. But pray 
 don't say it's Pecksniff ! Don't, Miss Mary, don't. 
 
 Mary. What is he, who, now that my only friend has 
 sunk into the helplessness of declining age, can use the in- 
 fluence he has basely gained for every despicable and wicked 
 purpose ? 
 
 Tom. I say he is a scoundrel ! 
 
 {Crosses to l. c. Peck, rises.) 
 
 Mary. What is he, who, thinking he could compass these 
 designs the better were I his wife, assails me with a coward's 
 argument, that if I marry him, Martin, on whom I have 
 brought so much misfortune, shall be restored to something 
 of his former hopes with his grandfather, and if I do not, he 
 shall be plunged into deeper ruin ? 
 
 (Peck., who has been listeningy plunges down again.) 
 
 Tom (l. c). I say he is a scoundrel, a double-dyed vil- 
 lain ! Is — {leaning toward Mary) is it Pecksniff ? 
 Mary. Alas, Mr. Pinch, it is. ( Weeps bitterly.) 
 
34 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Tom (crosshig to back of Mary's chair). Don't weep — 
 don't weep. I'll protect you ; aye, even from Pecksniff him- 
 self. To think I have been so deceived in him ! To think 
 that he — he should be such a villain ! Oh, dear ! Oh, dear ! 
 Don't cry; now, don't. {Turns away wipi7ig his eyes.) 
 
 Mary {risifig). I cannot talk more to you now. I will 
 see you presently. I know you will befriend me, Mr. Pinch. 
 Pardon me ; pray pardon me now. 
 
 [Goes up c. to gate followed by Tom. Mary exits hastily 
 to R.) 
 
 Tom (lip c). Befriend you? Indeed I will. I wouldn't 
 have cared for anything he had done to me ; but her — her ! 
 He's a villain, a scoundrel, an iniquitous alligator, a rascal, 
 
 a Oh, oh, oh ! I'll not stay in his house. 
 
 \^Exit into house in an overpowering passion, 
 
 (Peck, rises coolly ; adjusts his hair and dress.) 
 
 Peck. Very good, very good ; Mr. Pinch, you shall not 
 stay. (^Cojnes down l. c.) I'll discharge a duty to society 
 and you at once. And she, too. But no matter, I have the 
 imbecile old man under my control, and with the blessing of 
 Providence, I will take a bitter revenge on them all ! Very 
 good ! {Walks to r. and returfis.) Very good ! 
 
 Enter Old M.. from l., through gate. 
 
 Old M. {coming down L. c). What is the matter, Peck- 
 sniff? 
 
 Peck, {crossing to Old M.). My good, my worthy friend, 
 I am deceived. 
 
 Old M. Deceived ? 
 
 Peck. In the tenderest point, beloved friend, by Thomas 
 Pinch. In a matter that concerns you. 
 
 Old M. Oh, bad, bad ; are you certain ? 
 
 Peck. My eyes and my ears are witnesses. If a fiery ser- 
 pent had proclaimed it from the top of Salisbury Cathedral, I 
 would have cast the falsehood back into the — er — serpent's 
 teeth, such was my faith in Thomas Pinch. But I am not a 
 serpent myself, sir, I grieve to say, and no hope is left me. 
 
 Old M. On what subject has he deceived you ? 
 
 Peck. That is the worst of it. It concerns you. But you 
 shall be righted. ( Going to back of table ^ calls.) Jane ! Jane ! 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 35 
 
 (Jane enters from house, ^ Be kind enough to send Mr. Pinch 
 here if you please, and have his box packed and ready for re- 
 moval. (^Crosses to r. c. Jane exits to house. ^ 
 
 Enter U.\ry from r. through gate ; greatly agitated. 
 
 Mary (coming down L. C. to Old M.). Oh, my dear sir I 
 He — he is there at the gate. Oh, pray, sir, receive him kindly ! 
 
 Old M. (l. ^Mary). Who — who? 
 
 Peck. Who, my child ? 
 
 Mary. Martin, your grandson, Martin. 
 
 Peck, (starting up and calli?ig). Lock the gate. Admit 
 no one. 
 
 (Goes up toward gate ^ stops up l. c. as Mar. enters.^ 
 
 Enter Mar. suddenly ; he advances down l. c. Mary steps 
 back, L. 
 
 Mar. Grandfather — dear grandfather ! 
 
 (He advances ; Peck, stops him.') 
 
 Peck. No, young man, no, sir, none of that ! If you must 
 strike, strike here, sir, here ! Launch your arrows at me, sir, 
 if you will have the goodness, not at him. 
 
 Mar. (c). Hear me, I implore you, sir ! Let me but speak 
 to you ! 
 
 (Mary comes down l. of Oud M., taking his arm imploringly.) 
 
 Peck, (dodging about to keep between them). Would you, 
 sir, would you ? Would you strike at venerable virtue ? Know 
 that it is not defenseless. I — I will be its shield, young man, 
 assail me ! Come on, sir, fire away ! 
 
 Old M. (l., aside). How fresh and full the hopes of days 
 long past return again ! (Aloud.) Pecksniff, stand aside, and 
 let me see him I used to love so dearly. 
 
 Peck. (l. c). There, beloved sir ! Behold the monster 
 who but for me would do you a mortal injury ! 
 
 (Stands aside.) 
 
 Old M. And that is he. (Aside.) Changed! (With a 
 heavy sigh.) Say what you wish to say, but come no nearer. 
 
 Mar. (c). Sir, from a painful journey, from a hard life, 
 from privation and distress, gloom and disappointment, sick- 
 ness and despair, I have returned to you. 
 
36 THE CHUZZLEWITS ^ 
 
 Peck. Of course ! Vagabonds generally do. 
 
 Mar. But for a faithful friend I must have died in a for- 
 eign land. Yet think not I have been driven here wholly by 
 want — that affection and regret have had no share in this. 
 When I parted from you, grandfather, I deserved that suspicion ; 
 I do not now. {IViih a sigh.) Let the voice of nature and 
 association plead between us. Do not, for one fault, however 
 thankless, quite reject me. I am now changed, sir, changed 
 by dire experience and calamity. 
 
 (Old M., overcome by the appeal, sinks on to seat, L., and 
 buries his face in his hands. Mary stands back of him.) 
 
 Peck. My dear sir, you must not give way to this. You 
 must not allow this fellow's shameless conduct to move you so. 
 Rouse yourself. Think of me, my friend. 
 
 Old M. {looki?ig up sternly), I will. You recall me to 
 myself. I will think of you. 
 
 Peck. Shall I give expression to your thoughts, my friend ? 
 
 ( Wipes his eyes.) 
 
 Old M. Yes, speak for me. Thank you ! 
 
 Peck. Young man, blush if you can; begone without a 
 blush if you can't ! You shall not wrong the revered gentle- 
 man, sir, whilst 1 have life ! You must strike at him through 
 me. Aye, sir, through me. And in such a cause you will find 
 me, my young sir, an ugly customer ! 
 
 Mar. {to Old M., heedless of Peck.). Will you give me 
 no answer, sir ; not a word ? 
 
 Old M. You hear what has been said by my best friend ? 
 
 Mar. I only hear what you say to me, sir. 
 
 Old M. {to Peck.). You have nothing more to say, noth- 
 ing more to urge ? Remember, Pecksniff, I will oppose noth- 
 ing that you ask of me. 
 
 Peck. (l. c). Oh, oh, this kindness ! It's too much ! 
 Let me — oh, let me kiss your beloved hand ! No, no, I have 
 nothing further to say. 
 
 Old M. {to Mar.). You have heard him. It is all over. 
 Go, sir, go ! 
 
 Peck. Yes, go, viper ! Rattlesnake, go ! 
 
 (Mar. goes up to gate.) 
 Mary {rushing to Mar. up c). Oh, Martin ! 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 37 
 
 Mar. My dear girl, he has not changed you ? I have still 
 one blessing left ? 
 
 Marv. Changed, Martin ! Oh, never 1 Do not fear ; I 
 will remain true to him and you, Martin, till the last ; and 
 should he awaken from his delusion, even at the point of death, 
 I am here, love, to recall you to his thoughts. 
 
 Mar. My dear, dear girl ! 
 
 Mary. Farewell, Martin. 
 
 Mar. Farewell, Mary ! Dear girl, I will deserve you yet ! 
 
 (Mar. exits to r., through gate. Mary exits, weepings to 
 house. ~) 
 
 Peck. And now, dear friend, I have a duty to discharge 
 which I owe to society, and that duty I shall discharge at any 
 cost, at any cost. (Sits l. of table. A pause.) 
 
 Enter Tom from house. He pauses, r. Peck, looks sternly 
 at him. A pause. 
 
 Old M. Pecksniff, what does this mean ? 
 
 Peck. My good sir, I am about to discharge a duty I owe 
 to society. {Rises, facing Tom.) Mr. Pinch, just now whilst 
 sitting in that room {pointing to the house) the heat of the day, 
 and the fatigue from a ramble I had taken, overcame me, and 
 I fell asleep. I was awakened by the sound of voices — one was 
 that of a lady — can you guess whose the other ? Oh ! Mr. 
 Pinch, Mr. Pinch, I wonder you can look me in the face. 
 
 {Takes out fnoney from pocket.) 
 
 Tom (r.). I have nothing to be ashamed of, sir. 
 
 Peck. (c). Then you have a hardened conscience, Mr. 
 Pinch. But I will not dismiss you without a word of explana- 
 tion. From fragments of that conversation of which I was un- 
 wittingly the listener, I ascertained that you, forgetful of all ties 
 of duty and of honor, presumed to address Miss Graham with 
 unreturned professions of attachment and proposals of love. 
 (Tom starts, looks at Peck., who evades his look.) Do you 
 deny it? 
 
 Tom {after a pause). Deny it ? I deny nothing — and ad- 
 mit nothing. I have nothing to say. 
 
 Peck. Nothing to say! {To Old M.) You hear, sir? 
 {Hands money to Tom.) Then oblige me by counting that, the 
 
38 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 exact sum due to you to this day, I believe. One pound, two 
 shillings, and four-pence. You find it correct ? 
 
 Tom {mechanically counting^. Quite correct, sir. 
 
 Peck. You have the keys of the church, I think ? 
 
 Tom {sadly). Yes, sir. 
 
 Peck. Oblige me with them, if you please. (Tom takes 
 the keys from his pocket a?id looks at them intently.) Put them 
 down on the table, please. (Tom slowly puts them dowti on 
 table. Peck, removes table to l.) I — I have requested Jane 
 to pack and cord your trunk, and there is a person in the kitchen 
 who will take your luggage wherever you please. We part, Mr. 
 Pinch, at once, and are strangers from this time. (Jane e?iters 
 from house, carryifig Tom's overcoat, small carpet-bag and 
 hat. Tom takes them and shakes her by the hand. Jane runs 
 back into the house and returns with an old fiddle and bow, 
 which she takes to Tom. He puts thetn under his arm and 
 goes toward gate. Peck., l. c.) I will not say how much 
 this tries me. 1 have been nourishing in my breast an ostrich 
 and not a human pupil. I can only hope that this deception 
 will not impair my freshness or contract — my — pinions. I 
 hope not. {Crosses to steps of house.) I shall endeavor not 
 to think the worse of my fellow creatures for what has passed 
 between us. Farewell. 
 
 i^He puts his ha?idker chief to his eyes ; Tom pauses in the 
 gateway and turns and looks at him. Old M. rises, 
 makes a sudden step toward Tom, then checks himself. 
 Peck, strikes an attitude, with his hand in his waistcoat. 
 Jane wipes her eyes with her apron.) 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
 SCENE 2. — The I?in in Holborn. A garret room. Fire- 
 place down R. Door, r., above fireplace. Door, L., 1st 
 entrance. Window, c, in fiat. Table, r. c, in front of 
 fireplace. Chair l. of table. Another chair, L. Rocking- 
 chair in front of fireplace. An old bureau, l. Candles 
 lighted on mantel and table. 
 
 (Betsy Prig is sitting in armchair in front of fireplace 
 sipping from glass. Mr. Mould is standing lookirig out 
 of wi7idow, his hands behind him. There is the sound of 
 gentle hammering at back.) 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 39 
 
 Mould. Quite the buzz of insects. It puts one in mind of 
 the sound of animated nature in the agricultural districts. It's 
 exactly like the woodpecker tapping. 
 
 Betsy. The woodpecker tapping the hollow elm tree. 
 
 Mould. Ha, ha ! Not at all bad, Mrs. Prig. We shall 
 be glad to hear from you again, Mrs. Prig. Hollow elm tree, 
 eh? Ha, ha ! Very good indeed. I've seen worse than that 
 in the Sunday papers, Mrs. Prig. 
 
 {Knock at door^ l.) 
 
 Betsy. That's Gamp ; I know by the wheezing she makes. 
 Come in, Sairy. {Enter Sarah Gamp. She has a large 
 bundle y pair of pattens ^ large folded blue umbrella. She stops 
 just inside the door on seeing Mould.) I began to think you 
 wa'n't a-comin' I 
 
 Sarah. It shall be made good to-morrer night, honorable. 
 I had to go and fetch my things. 
 
 Mould. Now, Mrs. Gamp, what's your news ? 
 
 Sarah (curtseying). There are some 'appy creeters as time 
 runs back'ards with, and you are one, Mr. Mould. I says to 
 Mrs. 'Arris, only t'other day, the last Monday evenin' fort- 
 night as ever dawned on this Pilgian's Projiss of a mortal wale; 
 I says to Mrs. 'Arris when she says to me, '' Years and our 
 trials, Mrs. Gamp, sets marks upon us all," '*Say not the 
 words, Mrs. 'Arris, if you and me is to continual friends, for 
 sech is not the case. Mr. Mould," I says, making so free, I 
 will confess, to use the name (curtseying)^ "is one of them as 
 goes agen the obserwation straight; and never, Mrs. 'Arris, 
 whilst I've a drop of breath to draw, will I set by, and not 
 stand up, don't think it." " I ast your pardon, ma'am," says 
 Mrs. 'Arris, "and I humbly grant your grace, for if ever a 
 woman lived as would see her feller creeters into fits to serve 
 her friends, well do I know that woman's name is Sairy Gamp." 
 
 Mould. Mrs. Gamp can drink a glass of something warm, 
 I dare say. Sit down, Mrs. Gamp, sit down. 
 
 (Sarah sits in chair near door, raises her eyes to ceiling 
 and pretends to be unconscious of the fact that Betsy is 
 mixing her a glass of spirits. Betsy hands it to her, 
 much to Sarah's surprise, and returns to her seat by fire.) 
 
 Sarah. A thing as hardly ever, Mr. Mould, occurs with 
 me unless it is when I am indispoged, and find my 'alf-a-pint 
 of porter settling 'eavy on my chest. Mrs. 'Arris often and 
 
40 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 often says to me, *'Sairy Gamp," she says, *< you rally do 
 amaze me ! " " Mrs. 'Arris," I says to her, ** why so? Give 
 it a name, I beg." "Tellin' the truth then, ma'am," says 
 Mrs. 'Arris, "and shamin' him as shall be nameless betwixt 
 you and me, never did I think till I knowed you as any woman 
 could sick-nuss on the little that you take to drink." The best 
 of lucks to all. 
 
 (Sarah drinks rapidly ^ then ivipes her lips upon her shawl 
 and takes a bit of cracker from her pocket and nibbles it.') 
 
 Mould. And what's your news, Mrs. Gamp ? 
 
 Sarah. Mr. Chuffey, sir, is jest as usual; he ain't no bet- 
 ter, and he ain't no wuss. I take it very kind of Mr. Jonas to 
 have wrote up to you, and said, '' Let Mrs. Gamp take care of 
 'im till I com.e 'ome " ; but ev'rythink he does is kind. There 
 ain't many like 'im. If there was, we wouldn't want no 
 churches. Now 'ere's this gent been took sick, 'ere at this inn 
 at 'Olborn, and is sick abed. Mrs. Prig is day nuss, but she is 
 otherwise engaged at night, and they is consequently in want 
 of night-watching. " Now," I says to myself, " bein' in a light 
 place, where I am, and this job promisin' well, why not unite 
 the two?" 
 
 Mould {rubbing his chin). Night-watching, eh ? 
 
 Sarah. From eight till eight, sir. I'll not deceive you. 
 
 Mould. And then go back, eh ? 
 
 Sarah. Quite free, sir, to attend to Mr. Chuffey. His 
 ways bein' quiet, and his hours early, he'd be abed, sir, nearly 
 all the time. I will not deny {with ineekness') that I am but a 
 poor woman, and that the money is a objick, but do not let 
 that act upon you, Mr. Mould ! Rich folks may ride on 
 camels, but it ain't so easy for 'em to see out of a needle's eye. 
 That is my comfort, and I 'ope I knows it. 
 
 Mould. Well, Mrs. Gamp, I don't see any particular ob- 
 jection to your earning an honest penny under such circum- 
 stances. I should keep it quiet, I think, Mrs. Gamp; I 
 wouldn't mention it to Mr. Chuzzlewit on his return, for in- 
 stance, unless it were necessary, or he asked you pointblank. 
 {Knock at door, L. Sarah rises and retires up back.) 
 Come in. 
 
 Enter Mar. 
 
 Mar. Is the patient better ? 
 Mould. Worse ! 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 4I 
 
 Betsy. Much wuss ! Oh ! a deal badder I 
 
 Mar. Poor fellow ! I'm sorry to hear it. The worst of it 
 is that I've no idea what friends or relations he has, or where 
 they live, except that it's certainly not in London. 
 
 Betsy. Well ! Of all the many wague directions I've ever 
 seen or 'eard of that's the waguest. 
 
 Mar. The fact is, as I told you yesterday when you sent 
 to me, I really know very little about him. We were school- 
 fellows together, but since that time I've only met him twice. 
 The letter bearing my name and address, which you found 
 upon his table, and which led to your applying to me, is in 
 answer, you will observe, to one he wrote from this house the 
 very day he was taken ill, making an appointment with him at 
 his request. Here is his letter if you wish to see it. {Hands 
 letter to Mould, who reads it. Mar. addresses Betsy.) Has 
 he any luggage ? 
 
 Betsy. Nuthin' but a portmanteau^ and werry little in it. 
 
 Mar. a few pounds in his purse, though ? 
 
 Betsy {hesitating). Yes. I give it to the landlord and he 
 sealed it up. I made a memorandum of the amount which 
 you're welcome to see. 
 
 Mar. {to Mould). Have you anything to suggest ? 
 
 Mould. N-no, except 
 
 Mar. Except who's to pay, I suppose. 
 
 Mould. Why, it would be as well. 
 
 Betsy. Quite as well. 
 
 Mar. It is but reasonable, I fully admit. At all events, 
 you have the stock in hand to go upon for the present, and I 
 will readily undertake to see that you {addressing Mould) and 
 the nurses are paid. 
 
 Sarah {coining forward). Ah ! A rayal gentleman ! 
 {They all turn and look at her.) The night nuss {curtseying) 
 from Kingsgate Street, well beknown to Mrs. Prig, the day 
 nuss, and the best of creeters ! If the poor dear gentleman 
 ain't no better yet, still that is what must be expected and pre- 
 pared for. It ain't the fust time by many a score {curtseyi?ig) 
 that Mrs. Prig and me has nussed together, turn and turn 
 about, one off, one on. We knows each other's ways, and 
 often gives relief when others fail. Our charges is but low, 
 sir, considerin* the natur of our painful duty. 
 
 Mar. Well, I'll look in in the morning. 
 
 Mould. I'll go along with you, sir. {To Sarah.) Be 
 sure he has his draughts regularly. 
 
42 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Sarah. Oh, surely, sir, you can trust to Sairy Gamp. 
 (^Curtseys. JSxetmt, Mar. and Mould, u Sarah /^ Betsy.) 
 And how is he? {Nods toward door, r.) 
 
 Betsy. Oh, he's quiet, but his wits is gone. It ain't no 
 matter what you say. 
 
 Sarah. Anythin' to tell before you goes, my dear ? 
 
 {Puts her bundle dozvn beside the door and looks affection- 
 ately at BetsYo) 
 
 Betsy. The pickled salmon is quite delicious, I can par- 
 tic' lar recommend it. Don't have nothin' to say to the cold 
 meat, for it tastes of the stable. The drinks is all good. 
 
 Sarah {expressing herself much gratified'). Ah ! 
 
 Betsy. The physic and them things is on the mankelshelf. 
 He took his last slime draught at seven. The easy chair ain't 
 soft enough ; you'll want his piller. 
 
 Sarah. Thank ye, my dear. {Holds the door , L., open for 
 Betsy, who disappears down the hallway. She closes the door, 
 takes up bundle, goes up and looks out of window.) A little 
 dull, but not as bad as might be. I'm glad to see aparapidge, 
 in case of fire, and lots of roofs and chimley pots to walk upon. 
 ( Goes to fireplace and sits in easy chair.) Harder than a brick 
 badge! {Pursues researches amo7ig physic bottles, glasses, 
 jugs and teacups. Takes off bonnet and goes into room, R. 
 Pause. Rehiters.) Ah! he'd make a lovely corpse ! {Lights 
 candle, fills small kettle with water, and sets table with tea 
 things, pulls bell rope, unpacks bundle. Enter Maid.) I 
 think, young woman, that I could pick a little bit of pickled 
 salmon. I takes new bread, my dear, with just a little pat of 
 fresh butter, and a mossel of cheese. In case there should be 
 sech a thing as a cowcumber in the 'ouse, will you be so kind 
 as bring it, for I'm rather partial to 'em and they does a world 
 of good in a sick room. If they draws the Brighton Tipper 'ere 
 I takes that ale at night, my love, it bein' considered wakeful 
 by the doctors. Look sharp ! {Exit servant. Sarah takes 
 out of bundle a yellow nightcap of prodigious size ; takes off 
 row of false curls ; puts on nightcap and adjusts it with great 
 care; takes out night jacket and puts it on. Enter servafit 
 with supper on tray ; Sarah takes it and arranges it on table. 
 Exit servant. Sarah sits down to eat.) Ah ! what a blessed 
 thing it is — living in a wale — to be contented ! what a blessed 
 thing it is to make sick people 'appy in their beds, and never 
 mind one's self as long as one can do a service ! I don't be- 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 43 
 
 lieve a finer cowcumber was ever grow'd. I'm sure I never see 
 one 1 I a' most forgot the piller, 1 declare ! {Rises.) 
 Lewsome (Jn rooniy r., calling loudly). Chuzzlewit ! 
 
 (Sarah jumps in terror, runs to door, l., looks into hall, 
 goes to window, looks out.) 
 
 Sarah. It seemed to make the werry bottles ring. What 
 could I ha' been a-dreamin' of? {Goes back to chair and sits 
 down.) That dratted Chuffey, I'li be bound. 
 
 Lew. {appearing in door, r., in old dressing-gown and night- 
 cap, staring wild-eyed). Chuzzlewit! Jonas! No! 
 
 Sarah {starting up). Drat the man ! {Goes to \aY?N., takes 
 him by the arm, shakes him, and leads him to armchair, L. of 
 table.) Don't make none of that noise 'ere. (Lew. sits un- 
 easily, his head rollitig back and forth on the chair back. 
 Sarah goes back to table and sits.) Ah ! I thought things 
 was too pleasant to last ! The devil's in the night, I think, it's 
 turned so chilly. {Drinks.) 
 
 Lew. {wildly). Don't drink so much ! You'll ruin us all. 
 Don't you see how the fountain sinks? Look at the mark 
 where the sparkling water was just now ! 
 
 Sarah. Sparklin' water, indeed ! I'll have a sparklin' cup 
 o' tea, I think. I wish you'd 'old your noise ! 
 
 Lew. {laughing tvildly, then checking himself, counting in- 
 tensely a?idfast). One — two — three — four — five — six. 
 
 Sarah. One, two, buckle my shoe. {Goes down on her 
 knees and biotas the fire) Three, four, shut the door. I 
 wish you'd shut your mouth, young man. Five, six, pickin* 
 up sticks. If I'd got a few handy, I should have the kettle 
 bilin' all the sooner. {Busies herself with the fire.) 
 
 Lew. {after a pause). That makes five hundred and twenty- 
 one men, dressed all alike, and with the same distortion on 
 their faces, that have passed in at the window, and out at the 
 door. Look there ! Five hundred and twenty-two — twenty- 
 three — twenty-four. Do you see them ? 
 
 Sarah. Ah ! 1 see 'em ; all the whole kit of 'em numbered 
 like 'ackney coaches, ain't they? 
 
 Lew. Touch me ! Let me be sure of this. Touch me ! 
 
 Sarah. You'll take your next draught when I've made the 
 kettle bile, and you'll be touched then. You'll be touched up, 
 too, if you don't take it quiet. 
 
 Lew. Five hundred and twenty-eight, five hundred and 
 twenty-nine, five hundred and thirty Look here ! 
 
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 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Sarah. What's the matter now ? 
 
 {Rises with kettle and makes tea at table.) 
 
 Lew. They're coming four abreast, each man with his arm 
 entwined in the next man's, and his hand upon his shoulder. 
 What's that upon the arm of every man, and on the flag ? 
 
 Sarah. Spiders, p'raps. 
 
 Lew. Crape ! Black crape ! Good God ! Why do they 
 wear it outside ? 
 
 Sarah. Would you have 'em carry black crape on their in- 
 sides ? 'Old your noise, 'old your noise. 
 
 (Lew. quiets down, his head ceases to roll, he sleeps. Sarah 
 pours cup of tea, atid is ifi the act of dri7ikiiig, when) 
 
 CURTAIN DESCENDS 
 
 {Pause to represent lapse of hours.) 
 
 CURTAIN RISES 
 
 (// is morniiig. Sarah is asleep in rocking-chair. Lew. in 
 chair as before. The tea things are still on table. Can- 
 dles have burned out. The door, L., is shaken. Pause. 
 Shaketi agai?i. Sarah, rousing with a start, goes to door 
 and unbolts it, admitting Betsy.) 
 
 Sarah. Good-mornin', Betsy, you're bright and early. 
 
 Betsy {crossing to Lew.). And how are we by this time? 
 We looks charmin'. 
 
 Sarah. We looks a deal charminer than we are then. We 
 got out of bed back'ards, I think, for we're as cross as two 
 sticks. 
 
 Lew. Oh, dear me ! Oh, dear, dear ! 
 
 Sarah. There, that's the way he's been a-conductin' of 
 'imself, Betsy, ever since he got out of bed, if you'll believe it. 
 
 Betsy. Instead of bein' grateful for all our little ways. Oh, 
 fie, for shame, sir, fie, for shame. 
 
 {Knock at door. Sarah opens door.) 
 
 Enter Mar. 
 
 Mar. Good-morning. {Sees Lew., crosses to him and sits 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 45 
 
 down beside him.) Up and dressed. That's brave. How do 
 you feel ? 
 
 Lew. Much better, but very weak. 
 
 Mar. No wontier. You have had a hard bout of it. But 
 country air and change of scene will make another man of you ! 
 
 Lew. {seizitig Mar. by the sleeve). Mr. Chuzzlewit ! I 
 don't wish to be overheard. I have something very particular 
 and strange to say to you ; something that has been a dreadful 
 weight on my mind through this long illness. 
 
 Mar. {turning quickly to Sarah aiid Betsy). Would you 
 mind leaving us alone together for a short time? Perhaps I 
 can soothe him if I stay and talk quietly with him for a little. 
 
 Sarah. Oh, bless you, no ! He hates his nusses to this 
 hour. They always does it, sir. It's a certain sign. If you could 
 have heerd the poor, dear soul a-findin' fault with me and Betsy 
 Prig a while ago, you'd wonder how it is we don't get fretted 
 to the tomb. 
 
 {Curtseys at the door, l., which she holds open while Betsy 
 sails out, followed by Sarah.) 
 
 Lew. {after the door closes). Bolt the door. 
 
 (Mar. does so and comes back to his chair by Lew. , who sits 
 with his head resting on his hand.) 
 
 Mar. What is it that is disturbing you, my friend ? 
 
 Lew. {looking up). What relation was Mr. Anthony Chuz- 
 zlewit, who 
 
 Mar. Who died — to me? He was my grandfather's 
 brother. 
 
 Lew. I fear he was made away with — murdered ! 
 
 Mar. My God ! By whom ? 
 
 Lew. {looking down). I fear, by me. 
 
 Mar. By you ? 
 
 Lew. Not by my act, but I fear by my means. 
 
 Mar. Speak out ! and speak the truth. ^ 
 
 Lew. Listen ! I have been bred a surgeon, and for the 
 last few years have served a general practitioner in the city as 
 his assistant. While I was in his employment I became ac- 
 quainted with Jonas Chuzzlewit. 
 
 Mar. What do you mean ? Do you know he is the son of 
 the old man of whom you have spoken ? 
 
 Lew. I do. I have reason to know it ; for I have often 
 heard him wish his father dead, and complain of his being 
 
46 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 wearisome to him. He was in the habit of doing so at a place 
 of meeting we had ; three or four of us, at night. There was 
 no good in the place, you may be sure, when you hear that he 
 was the chief of the party. I wish I had died myself, and 
 never seen it ! (Pause. He rests his head on his hafid again. 
 Mar. gazes at him in horror.) We met to drink and game, 
 not for large sums, but for sums that were large for us. He 
 generally won. Whether or no, he lent money at interest to 
 those who lost ; and in this way, though I think we all secretly 
 hated him, he came to be master of us. To propitiate him, we 
 made a jest of his father — it began with his debtors ; I was one — 
 and we used to toast a quicker journey to the old man, and a 
 swift inheritance to the young one. (Pauses as before.^ One 
 night he came there in a very bad humor. He had been 
 greatly tried, he said, by the old man that day. He and I 
 were alone together, and he angrily told me that the old man 
 was in his second childhood ; that he was weak, imbecile and 
 driveling, and that it would be a charity to put him out of the 
 way. He swore that he had often thought of mixing some- 
 thing with the stuff he took for his cough, which should help 
 him to die easily. People were sometimes smothered who were 
 bitten by mad dogs, he said ; and why not help these lingering 
 old men out of their troubles, too ? He looked full at me as 
 he said so, and I looked full at him ; but it went no farther 
 that night. (Pause.) 
 
 Mar. Go on. 
 
 Lew. It may have been a week after that when he spoke to 
 me again. We were alone then, too. He was reading a news- 
 paper when I went in, and nodded to me without looking up 
 or leaving off reading. I sat down opposite and close to him. 
 He said, immediately, that he wanted me to get him some of 
 two sorts of drugs. One that was instantaneous in its effect, 
 of which he wanted very little. One that was slow, and not sus- 
 picious to appearance, of which he wanted more. While he was 
 speaking to me he still read the newspaper. He said *' Drugs," 
 and never used any other word. Neither did I. I asked him 
 what he wanted them for. He said for no harm ; to physic 
 cats. What did it matter to me ? He could get them without 
 my aid at half a hundred places, but not so easily as he could 
 get them of me. This was true. He might not want them at 
 all, he said, and he had no present idea of using them, but he 
 wished to have them by him. All this time he still read the 
 newspaper. We talked about the price. He was to forgive 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 47 
 
 me a small debt — I was quite in his power — and to pay me five 
 pounds ; and the matter dropped, through others coming in. 
 But next night, under exactly similar circumstances, I gave 
 him the drugs, and he gave me the money. We have never 
 met since. I only know that the poor old father died soon 
 afterward, just as he would have died from this cause, and 
 that I have undergone, and suffer now, intolerable misery. 
 Nothing {^stretching out his hands') can paint my misery ! It 
 is well deserved, but nothing can paint it. 
 
 {Ha7ig5 his head and sits utterly crushed.) 
 
 Mar. (rising in agitation, goes to window, pauses, comes 
 hack to Lew. afid puts his hand on his shoulder). Come, 
 man I You are utterly worn out. You must get back to bed. 
 We will talk of this when you are stronger. (^Goes to door, l.) 
 Mrs. Gamp ! {Enter Sarah and Betsy.) Mrs. Gamp, 1 
 leave the patient in your hands. I will see you again soon. 
 In the meantime see that he has the best of care. Good- 
 morning. \_Exit, L. 
 
 Sarah {crossing to Lew.). I never see sech a man. He 
 wouldn't be washed if he had his own way. 
 
 Lew. {indicating Betsy, weakly). She puts the soap in my 
 mouth. 
 
 Betsy. Couldn't you keep it shut then? Who do you 
 think's to wash one featur', and miss another, and wear one's 
 eyes out with all manner of fine work of that description for 
 'alf-a-crown a day ? 
 
 {During the above, Sarah is getting on her shawl and bonnet.) 
 
 Sarah. I must be gettin' back to old Chuffey. Wishin' 
 you lots of sickness, my darlin' creetur, and good places. 
 After this job is finished, which won't be a long one, I'm 
 thinkin', I hope we may work together again, and may our 
 next job be at a large fambly's where they all takes it reg'lar, 
 one from another, turn and turn about, and has it businesslike. 
 Good-bye, my dear. {Goes to door, L.) 
 
 Betsy {holding door open). I don't care how soon it is, 
 nor how many weeks it lasts. Good-bye. {Closing door and 
 going to bureau and getting hair brush and coming back to Lew., 
 seizes him by the chin, and begins rasping his head with the 
 brush.) I suppose you don't like that neither. Ah ! I know'd 
 as much. 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
ACT IV 
 
 SCENE I. — Tigg's dressing-room. Door in flat. Door, L., 
 above fireplace. Fireplace down L. Window^ R. Dress- 
 ing table and mirror, R., above window. Table, c. Chairs 
 R. and L. of it. 
 
 (TiGG, in dressing-gown, brushing his hair before mirror. 
 Enter Bailey, door in flat.) 
 
 Bailey {quickly). He's below, sir. 
 
 TiGG. He! Who? 
 
 Bailey. Old indiskiverable, as walks about like a werry old 
 suit of clothes with nothin' in 'em. 
 
 TiGG {quickly). Nadgett? 
 
 Bailey. Yes, sir. 
 
 TiGG. Quick, show him in. 
 
 Bailey. Yes, sir — like winkin' ! [Exit, door in flat. 
 
 TiGG {putting hair brush 07i table and turning to meet Mr. 
 Nadgett, who enters quietly, closing the door softly after him). 
 Well, Mr. Nadgett, did Chuzzlewit get the letter? 
 
 Nad, Mr. Pinch gave it to him. He doesn't suspect that I 
 had anything to do with it. Mr. Pinch is my lodger, sir, and 
 happened to be at the wharf, so I asked him to go aboard the 
 boat, and he reached him at the last minute. He was very 
 angry, but came ashore and will be here soon. 
 
 TiGG {sitting!., of table). Good! Any other news ? 
 
 Nad. (r. c, rubbing his hands and smoothing his chin). 
 Why, sir, I think it's a good case. {Produces pocketbook.) 
 I've had some trouble though. 
 
 TiGG. No, no. None of your notes. Give me word of 
 mouth. 
 
 Nad. {taking chair from up r. and bringi?ig it down to 
 chair r. of table, a?td placing his pocketbook in it, sits in chair 
 R. of table, speaking the while). I never talk; walls have ears. 
 {Selects paper from pocketbook a7id haiids it to TiGG.) Num- 
 ber one. Read that. 
 
 TiGG {looking over paper). Ah— yes. {Indifferently.) Sus- 
 picions ; nothing more. 
 
 Nad. Number two. Read that. 
 
 48 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS ^ 49 
 
 TiGG {looking over paper, rather astonished^. Eh ! — 
 indeed ! 
 
 Nad. {giving third paper with satisfactiofi). Number 
 three. There ! 
 
 TiGG {startifig on looking at it a moment^. The devil ! 
 Nadgett, you are an extraordinary man ! A clever hand at a 
 secret ! 
 
 Nad. {puttifig up papers in pocketbook). Nothing has an 
 interest to me that is not a secret. 
 
 TiGG. We've hooked this cunning fish, but we must be 
 wary how we play him ; he savors of danger. One thousand 
 we have made secure. We must have another. Pecksniff has 
 plenty of money, plenty ! Could he by any means be had ? 
 I'll try. {Knock at street door.) I think I heard a knock. 
 Will you put your head out of window, and tell me if there is 
 anybody at the door ? 
 
 (Nad. goes to window a?id cautiously peers down into the 
 street, drawing back his head with equal caution, but not 
 altering his voice or manner.) 
 
 Nad. Mr. Jonas Chuzzlewit. 
 
 TiGG {rising). I thought so. There's a deep impression 
 of the devil's hoof here. {Pives back paper.) Take care of 
 that ; it will be of use. 
 
 Etiter Bailey, door in flat. 
 
 Bailey. Mr. Jonas Chuzzlewit, sir, and as cranky as blazes. 
 
 Nad. Shall I go ? {Puts paper hastily in pocketbook. ) 
 
 TiGG. No ; you'd better stay. Show him in, Bailey. {Exit 
 Bailey. Tigg hastily takes off dressing-goivn and resumes his 
 toilet, taking up hair brush again.) No, no. Don't leave us 
 alone together. He's a dangerous man, Nadgett. By the 
 Lord ! There's no knowing what might happen when he 
 knows I've proof of 
 
 Nad. Hem ! 
 
 {Points toward door and hastens to fireplace, where he stands 
 drying his handkerchief with his back to the room.) 
 
 Enter Jonas, door in flaty very sulky. 
 
 Tigg. Ah ! My dear Chuzzlewit, you rise with the lark 1 
 How are you ? 
 
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 50 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 {Puts out his hand which has the hair brush in it. Jonas 
 shakes it, discovers his mistake ^ and dashes it on the floor. ^ 
 
 Jonas. Pshaw ! I'm a light sleeper ! Better up than lying 
 awake, counting those cursed city clocks striking ! \Sees Nad.) 
 Who's that ? Oh ! ( Goes down r. c.) Old What's-his-name, 
 looking as if he wished to skulk up the chimney ! 
 
 TiGG {up c.). Perhaps he does. {Picks up brush J) 
 
 Jonas. Well, we don't want him, do we? (Tigg ^^;«^^ 
 toward him.) He's rather afraid of me, I think. 
 
 TiGG {loo king furtively at Jonas, atid brushing his whiskers'). 
 Do you know, it's my belief that you are poison to him. 
 
 Jonas {starting). Poison ! 
 
 TiGG. Hullo, Jonas! What's the matter with your lips ? 
 {Starts back in alarm.) Where the deuce is the towel ? (Nad. 
 quickly brings towel from chair by fireplace, and hatids it to 
 Jonas. Slight pause afid Nad. returns to fireplace. TiGG, 
 up c.) Anything the matter, eh? 
 
 Jonas {passionately, throwing towel on the floor). No ! 
 Say what you've got to say, and let my face be. I can show 
 my teeth when I want. That's enough for you. Why have 
 you sent for me ? 
 
 TiGG {going 071 with his dressifig and avoiding the question). 
 But what is a light sleeper, Jonas ? 
 
 Jonas {impatiently, and walking to the window). Hang a 
 light sleeper ! 
 
 TiGG (sitting in chair r. of table, and eyeing him sigtiifl- 
 cantly). No, no, we won't do that. I know, — dreams — starts 
 — nightmare — ugly faces — agony and all that sort of thing — I 
 see. 
 
 Jonas {coming toward him). Do you ? If you won't come 
 to the point, I will. I'm not satisfied with the state of our af- 
 fairs. 
 
 TiGG. No? Bless me ! That's very odd, my dear 
 
 Jonas {abruptly). No, I'm not ! And mark me ! — I'll 
 play the devil with the office, and oblige you to buy me out at 
 a high figure, if you try any of your tricks with me. I must 
 have my money returned on the nail. 
 
 TiGG {sitting back, with assurance). My dear Chuzzlewit, 
 I want you to advance a little more. 
 
 Jonas. Ha, ha ! Do you ? Devil a farthing ! 
 
 TiGG. I do most assuredly; and, moreover, introduce a 
 friend of yours. 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 51 
 
 Jonas. Of course. Ha, ha ! You'd be delighted, 1 dare 
 say — and prove it to be to my advantage, too — wouldn't you ? 
 
 (JSneeringly and going r. ) 
 
 TiGG (rising and balancing hair brush oft finger). And it 
 would be ; very much, very much. 
 
 Jonas (r.). Oh, stuff! You can tell me how, too, can't 
 you? 
 
 TiGG (r. c, fixing his eyes on Jonas). Shall I tell you 
 how? 
 
 Jonas. I think you'd better. ( Comes threateningly toward 
 TiGG.) Strange things have been done in the assurance way 
 before now by strange sorts of men, and I mean to take care 
 of myself. 
 
 TiGG (crossing and sitting L. of table). Chuzzlewit ! 
 (Leans forward with arms on table.) Strange things have been 
 done, and are done every day ; not only in our way» but in a 
 variety of other ways. And no one suspects them. But ours, 
 as you say, my good friend, is a strange way ; and we strangely 
 happen, sometimes, to come into the knowledge of very strange 
 events. (Looks around toward Nad., and beckons to Jonas, 
 who sits R. of table ^ leaning toward Tigg. Tigg leans for- 
 ward and whispers in Jonas' ear. Jonas, with a cry^ places 
 his ha fid on Tigg's mouth and sits back rigid with terror. 
 Tigg, rising coolly, resumes his toilet.) You'll not object to 
 venture a trifle more, or introduce a friend now, my dear Chuz- 
 zlewit, will you ? 
 
 Jonas (with his eyes fixed in horror on the floor). No, 
 no, no ! 
 
 Tigg (at back of table). Jonas, my dear fellow, I want 
 Pecksniff in with us. You've married his daughter and know 
 something of his affairs. He has money ? 
 
 Jonas (without looking up). He has. 
 
 Tigg. I'll leave him in your hands. Or, what say you? 
 Shall we visit him together ? Come, you shall dine with us to- 
 day, and we will arrange the affair over a bottle of wine. 
 
 Jonas {still without looking up). I'll do my best. 
 
 Tigg. A thousand thanks ! You're a noble fellow, Jonas ! 
 I've not breakfasted yet. (Comes down l. q., putting on dress- 
 ing-gown.') Will you join me? Coffee or chocolate? 
 
 Jonas. Neither ! This is no breakfast hour. (Eyes him.) 
 
 Tigg. By way of lunch, then. Which shall it be, hung 
 beef or tongue ? 
 
52 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Jonas (sulkily). I hate 'em both ! 
 
 TiGG. Jonas, I'd give the world for your spirits, I would 
 indeed. Shall we walk down-stairs? Mr. Nadgett will order 
 lunch. Come along, old fellow. 
 
 [Goes to doory L., which he opens, and exits preceded by 
 Nad.) 
 
 Jonas {seated r. of table). By what infernal agency has he 
 discovered this ? Can I have betrayed myself in any way ? 
 So, then, I am in his power ! Life — money — all ! And he 
 would profit by it ! Would ? He will. No ; there is a way ! 
 One more crime and I am safe ! I'll do it. This very night, 
 too. He drives me to it. It's his own fault. Curse him. 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
 SCENE 2. — At Anthony Chuzzlewit's. Same as Act II. 
 
 (Chuf. sitting by fireplace. Sarah bustling about putting 
 room to rights.) 
 
 Chuf. {liftifig tip his hand). His son ! His son ! 
 
 Sarah. Well, I'm sure ! You're a-settling of it, Mr. Chuf- 
 fey. To your satigfaction, sir, I 'ope. But I wouldn't lay a 
 pincushin' on it myself, sir, though you are so well informed. 
 Drat the old creetur, a deal he knows of sons — or darters either ! 
 Suppose you was to favor us with some remarks on twins, sir, 
 would you be so good ! (Knock at door in flat. Sarah goes 
 to door, opens it, and admits Tom, Char, ajid Mr. Moddle.) 
 Why, goodness me ! To think that I should see beneath this 
 blessed 'ouse, which well I know it {getting chair fro?n r. and 
 bringing it forward for Char, to sit in), Miss Pecksniff, my sweet 
 young lady, to be a 'ouse as there is not a many like, worse 
 luck, and wishin' it ware not so. To think that 1 should see 
 under this indiwidual roof Mr. Pinch. {Gets chair for Tom 
 ajid places it R. ^Char.) I take the liberty, though almost 
 unbeknownst, and do assure you of it, sir. Won't you sit 'ere? 
 (Offers chair L. of table to Mod.) If you will excudge me I'll 
 call Mrs. Chuzzlewit. {Bows and goes out door, l.) 
 
 Char. Of course, Mr. Pinch, it will be useless for me to 
 disguise, after what you have seen, that I am about to be united 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 53 
 
 to the gentleman who is sitting there by the table. It would 
 be in vain to conceal it. What do you think of him ? Pray 
 let me have your candid opinion. 
 
 Tom {doubtfully^, I should say he was a very ehgible young 
 man. 
 
 Char. I'm curious to know whether you have observed, 
 or fancied, that he is of a rather melancholy turn ? 
 
 Tom. Why, he has impressed me, at first sight, as looking 
 rather low. 
 
 Char. No, really? Well! That is quite remarkable! 
 Everybody says the same. What do you think is the cause of 
 his appearance of depression ? 
 
 Tom. Well, really, I haven't the slightest idea. 
 
 Char. My dear Mr. Pinch, I shouldn't wish it to be known, 
 but I don't mind mentioning it to you, having known you for 
 so many years, I refused Augustus three times. He is of a 
 most amiable and sensitive nature ; always ready to shed tears 
 if you look at him, which is extremely charming, and he has 
 never recovered from the effect of that cruelty. Think what 
 my feelings would have been if I had goaded him to suicide, 
 and it had got into the papers. 
 
 (Mod. rises and crosses back of table to window, r., and 
 stands lookifig down into the street.') 
 
 Tom (^looking at Mod,). He really looks quite low. I 
 think I'll speak to him, if you don't mind. 
 
 Char. Do, Mr. Pinch, try to cheer him up a bit. 
 
 (Tom rises and crosses to Mod.) 
 
 Tom {to Mod.). I wonder that in the crowded streets the 
 foot passengers are not oftener run over. 
 
 Mod. (^gloomily, still looking down into the street). The 
 drivers won't do it. 
 
 Tom. What do you mean ? 
 
 Mod. There are some men who can't get run over. They 
 live a charmed life. Coal wagons recoil from them, and even 
 cabs refuse to run them down. Ah ! {Looks gloomily at Tom.) 
 There are such men. One of 'em is a friend of mine. 
 
 Etiter M.'E.R.,from L. Char, rises and crosses to her. 
 
 Char. Merry, my darling ! here are Mr. Pinch and Mr. 
 Moddle come to see you. I believe you have seen him before. 
 
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 54 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 (Mer. crosses mid shakes hands with Tom arid Mod. Char. 
 crosses to Chuf.) And how do you do, Mr. Chuffey, though it's 
 of no use asking you the question, I'm well aware. (^Crossing 
 front of table.) Augustus, ray sweet child, bring me a chair. 
 (Mod. takes chair from r. of table ; Char, sits r. c. In an 
 audible whisper to Mod., who is starting to cross to window,) 
 You can come and sit by me if you like. 
 
 (Mod. gloomily gets chair y puts it beside her and sits down 
 on her right ; she puts her hand in his and covers it with 
 her shawl. Mer. and Tom sta?id talking by the window.) 
 
 Enter Sarah, from l. 
 
 Sarah (crossing to c. a?id looking beamingly on the com- 
 pany). Now, ain't we rich in beauty this 'ere jyful arternoon, 
 I'm sure. I knows a lady, which her name, I'll not deceive 
 you, Mrs. Chuzzlewit, is 'Arris, her 'usband's brother bein' 
 six foot three, and marked with a mad bull in Wellington boots 
 on his left arm, on account of his precious mother bein* wor- 
 rited by one into a shoemaker's shop. And often have I said 
 to Mrs. 'Arris, " Oh, Mrs. 'Arris, marm ! Your countenance 
 is quite a angel's ! " Which but for pimples it would be. 
 *'No, Sairy Gamp," says she, ''you best of 'ard-workin' and 
 industrious creeturs as ever was underpaid at any price, which 
 underpaid you are quite dif'rent, 'Arris had it done afore 
 marriage at ten and six," she says, '*and wore it faithful next 
 his 'eart till the color run, when the money was declined to 
 give back, but he never said it was a angel's, Sairy, wotever he 
 might have thought." If Mrs. 'Arris's 'usband was 'ere now 
 (^looking around and dropping a curtsey) he'd speak out plain, 
 he would, and his dear wife would be the last to blame him ! 
 For if ever a woman lived as know'd not wot it was to form a 
 wish to pizon them as 'ad good looks, and 'ad no region give 
 her by the best of 'usbands, Mrs. 'Arris is the 'eavenly dispo- 
 gician ! {Crosses to Chuf. and shakes him by the shoulder.) 
 Rouge yourself, and look up ! Come 1 'ere's company, Mr. 
 Chuffey. 
 
 Chuf. {looking humbly aroufid the room). I'm sorry for it. 
 I know I'm in the way. I ask pardon, but I've nowhere else 
 to go. Where is she? (Mer. crosses to him and kneels be- 
 side him on his R. Chuf. pats her cheek.) Ah ! Here she 
 is ! Here she is ! She's never hard on poor old Chuffey. 
 Poor old Chuff 1 Aye, aye ! It's hard to bear, but never 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 55 
 
 mind him. He'll die one day. There are three hundred and 
 sixty-five days in the year, and he may die on any one of 'em. 
 Sarah {sta7iding behhid Chuf.'s chair). You're a wearing 
 old soul, and that's the sacred truxh. It's a pity you don't 
 know wot you say, for you'd tire your own patience out if you 
 did, and fret yourself into a 'appy releage for all as knows you. 
 
 Enter Maid, door in flat, with tray, on which are tea and 
 cakes. She places them on table. 
 
 Mer. Will you please serve tea for us, Mrs. Gamp ? 
 
 Sarah {crossing to back of table and sitting down). And 
 quite a fambly it is to make tea for, and wot a 'appiness to do it ! 
 My good young 'ooman {to the servant girl), p'raps somebody 
 would like to try a new-laid ^gg or two not biled too 'ard. 
 Likeways, a few rounds of buttered toast, first cuttin' off the 
 crust, in consequence of tender teeth and not too many of 'em, 
 which Gamp 'imself, Mrs. Chuzzlewit, at one blow, bein' in 
 liquor, struck out four, two single and two double, as was took 
 by Mrs. 'Arris as a keepsake, and is carried in her pocket at 
 this present hour, along with two cramp-bones, a bit o' ginger, 
 and a grater like a blessed infant's shoe, in tin, with a little 
 heel to put the nutmeg in, as many times I've seen and said 
 within the month. 
 
 (^During her speech she has served the tea, and Tom has 
 passed it around to all but Chuf. After which Tom sits 
 R. with teacup. There is a pause while they sip their 
 tea, Sarah favorifig the company between her sips with a 
 smiley a wink, or some other mark of notice.) 
 
 Chuf. {suddenly leaning forward). Who's lying dead 
 up-stairs ? 
 
 Mer. {turning to him). No one. {Rises.) What is the 
 matter? 
 
 Chuf. All here ! Where is he then, — my old master, Mr. 
 Chuzzlewit, who had the only son ? Where is he ? 
 
 Mer. Hush ! Hush ! ( Crosses and puts cup on table 
 and returns to Chuf.) That happened long ago. Don't you 
 recollect ? 
 
 Chuf. Recollect ! As if I could forget ! As if I ever 
 could forget ! {Sinks back, hands over his face. Then starts 
 suddenly forward.) Who's lying dead up-stairs? 
 
 Mer. {trying to soothe him\ No one ! 
 
 Chuf. You think not. But they don't tell you. No, no, 
 
56 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 poor thing ! They don't tell you. Who are these and why 
 are they merrymaking here if there is no one dead? Foul 
 play ! Go see who it is ! (Mer. makes a sign to the others not 
 to speak to him.) Where's Jonas? 
 
 Mer. In the country. 
 
 Chuf. They don't tell you. They don't tell me either; 
 but I'll watch ! I'll watch. They shall not hurt you. {Pats 
 her hands.') Don't be frightened. When you have sat up 
 watching, I have sat up watching too. Aye, aye, I have ! 
 {Clinches his hands.) Many a night I've been ready ! 
 
 Sarah {risi?ig and crossifig to back of Chuf.). Why, 
 highty tighty, sir, is these your manners ? You want a pitcher 
 o' cold water throwed over you to bring you 'round ; that's my 
 belief; and if you was under Betsy Prig you'd have it too, I 
 do assure you, Mr. Chuffey. Who's dead indeed ! It wouldn't 
 be no grievous loss if some one was, I think ! 
 
 Mer. He's quiet now, Mrs. Gamp. Don't disturb him. 
 
 Chuf. {mutter i?ig). Foul play ! Foul play ! 
 
 Sarah. Oh, bother the old wictim, Mrs. Chuzzlewit ; I ain't 
 no patience with 'im. You give 'im his own way too much 
 by 'alf. A worritin', wexagious creetur ! {Shakes him back- 
 ward and forivard two or three times y and loosens his cravat.) 
 There ! If you should turn at all faint we could soon rewive 
 you, sir, I promige you. Bite a person's thumbs, or turn their 
 fingers the wrong way, and they comes to wonderful, Lord 
 bless you ! 
 
 {During this scene Char, and Mod. have risen, and placed 
 their cups on table. Mod. has taken his hat and goes 
 toward door in flat.) 
 
 Char, {to Tom, aside, on r.). Ah, Mr. Pinch ! It all 
 comes of this unfortunate marriage. If my sister had not been 
 so precipitate and had not united herself to a wretch, there 
 would have been no Mr. Chuffey in the house. 
 
 Tom {rising). Hush ! She'll hear you. 
 
 Char, {raising her voice). I should be very sorry if she 
 did hear me, Mr. Pinch, for it is not in my nature to add to 
 the uneasiness of any person ; far less of my own sister. / 
 know what a sister's duties are, Mr. Pinch, and I hope I always 
 showed it in my practice. {Goes up and joins Mod.) 
 
 Tom {crossing to Mer.). I will write to your husband and 
 explain to him, as I would have done if I had met him here, 
 that if he has sustained any inconvenience through my means, 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 57 
 
 it is not my fault, a postman not being more innocent of the 
 news he brings than I was when I handed him that letter. 
 
 Mer. I thank you! It may do some good. (^They go 
 toward door in flat. A door is heard to slam ; 1'om stops 
 and looks at Mer. Mer., timidly.') It is Jonas 1 
 
 Tom. I'd better not meet him on the stairs, perhaps. I'll 
 wait for him here a moment. 
 
 (^Goes up stage so that he is not seen by Jonas on his 
 entratice.) 
 
 Enter Jonas, with a bundle under his arm, door in flat. 
 Mer. goes to meet him. He pushes her aside. 
 
 Jonas {looking surlily at Char, atid Mod., who are r. c). 
 I didn't know you'd got a party. 
 
 (^Goes down l. c. and sits sulkily in chair l. of table, put- 
 ting bundle on table.) 
 
 Char. Oh, dear ! Pray don't let us intrude on your do- 
 mestic happiness ! That will be a pity. We have taken 
 tea here, sir, in your absence ; but if you will have the good- 
 ness to send us a note of the expense, receipted, we shall be 
 happy to pay it. Augustus, my love, we will go, if you please. 
 It would be a pity, indeed, to spoil the bliss which this gentle- 
 man always brings with him ; especially into his own home. 
 
 Mer. (tip C, ifnploringly). Charity ! Charity ! 
 
 Char, (zip r. c, with scorn). Merry, my dear, I am much 
 obliged to you for your advice, but /am not his slave. 
 
 Jonas. No, nor wouldn't have been if you could. We 
 know all about it. 
 
 Char, (coming down r. c. ). What did you say, sir ? 
 
 Jonas (slouching down in his chair). Didn't you hear? 
 I'm not a-goin' to say it again. If you like to stay, you may 
 stay. If you like to go, you may go. But if you stay, please 
 to be civil. 
 
 Char. Beast ! (Sweeps up and turns at door.) Augus- 
 tus ! He's beneath your notice ! (Mod. makes faint demon- 
 stration of shaki?ig his fist. Char, screams.) Come away, 
 child ! I command you ! 
 
 (Grabs Mod. by the arm and drags him out of the room. 
 Tom comes doivn r. c. Sarah crosses to k., at back. 
 Jonas, looking up, perceives Tom for the first time.) 
 
58 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 Jonas (springing tip). Damn you ! 
 (^Raises his chair to dash at Tom, then pauses irresolutely.) 
 
 Tom. You have no cause to be violent, sir. Though what 
 I wish to say relates to your own affairs, I know nothing of 
 them, and desire to know nothing of them. I gave you a let- 
 ter the other day when you were about to go abroad. 
 
 Jonas. You thief, you did ! I'll pay you for the carriage 
 of it one day, I will ! 
 
 ToM. You needn't waste words or threats. I wish you to 
 understand that I'm no party to the contents of that letter. 
 That I know nothing of it. That I was not even aware that it 
 was to be delivered to you ; and that I had it from 
 
 Jonas. By the Lord ! I'll knock your brains out if you 
 speak another word. 
 
 {Raises chair to st?'ike Tom.) 
 
 Mer. (running betwee?t them). Tom, for the love of heaven, 
 leave the house. (Sarah throws herself on Tom, forcing him 
 out of the door. Mer. closes the door after them, falls on her 
 knees with her hands raised to Jonas.) Don't, Jonas ! Don't 
 be harsh with me ! 
 
 Jonas {looking down at her). So, so ! These are your 
 friends, are they, when I am away ? You plot and tamper with 
 this sort of people, do you ? 
 
 Mer. No, indeed ! I have no knowledge of these secrets 
 and no clew to their meaning. I've never seen him since I left 
 home but once — but twice — before to-day. 
 
 ^o^k^ {sneering). Oh! But once, but twice, eh ? Which 
 do you mean? Twice ««^ once perhaps. Three times ! How 
 many more, you lying jade ? {He raises his hand as if to 
 strike ; she shrinks down hastily.) How many more times? 
 
 Mer. No more. The other morning, and to-day, and once 
 beside. 
 
 {He is about to strike her when a clock begins striking eight. 
 He stops and listens. As the clock ceases, he reaches down 
 and pulls her to her feet.) 
 
 Jonas. Don't lie there ! Get up ! {Hauls her to her feet 
 and holds her tightly by the arm.) Listen to me, young lady, 
 and don't whine when you have no occasion, or I may make 
 some for you. If I find him in my house again, or find that 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 59 
 
 you have seen him elsewhere, you'll repent it. Now, attend. 
 What's the time ? 
 
 Mer. It struck eight a minute ago. 
 
 Jonas {looking at her inteiitly and speaking with labored di s - 
 tifictness). I have been traveling day and night, and am tired. 
 I have lost some money and that does not improve me. Have 
 Mrs. Gamp bring me up some supper, and have the truckle 
 bed made up in the little room there. {Points r.) I shall 
 sleep there to-night, and maybe to-morrow night ; and if I can 
 sleep all day to-morrow so much the better, for I've got to sleep 
 it off if I can. Keep the house quiet and don't call me. 
 Mind ! Don't call me. Don't let anybody call me. Let me 
 lie there. 
 
 Mer. I understand. Is that all ? 
 
 Jonas. All what ? You must be prying and questioning ! 
 What more do you want to know ? 
 
 Mer. I want to know nothing, Jonas, but what you tell me. 
 All hope of confidence between us has long deserted me. 
 
 Jonas. Ecod, I should hope so ! 
 
 {Goes down to chair, r. of table.) 
 
 Mer. {coming timidly down on his r.). But if you will tell 
 me what you wish, I will be obedient and try to please you. I 
 make no merit of that, for I have no friend, either in my father 
 or sister, but am quite alone. I am very humble and submis- 
 sive. You told me you would break my spirit, and you have 
 done so. Do not break my heart, too ! 
 
 {Lays her hand upon his shoulder timidly. He suffers it to 
 remain there for a mo?nent and looks exultingly at her ; 
 then shaking her hand off, he sits sullenly in chair, r. of 
 table. ) 
 
 Jonas. Well, then, show your obedience by doing what I 
 tell you, without any more delay. 
 
 (Mer., crushed and broken, exits l. Jonas, after a pause, 
 pulls up his right sleeve and feels the muscles of his arm, 
 with his fist clenched.') 
 
 Enter Sarah with supper things ; she advances rather timidly 
 and places them on table ; then to pretend unconcern, 
 crosses toward Chuf., affecting great solicitude. 
 
60 *' THE CHlfzZLEWITS 
 
 Sarah. And how is he now, sir ? 
 Jonas (raising his head and staring at her'). Who ? 
 Sarah. To be sure, sir, what am I thinking of! You 
 wasn't 'ere, sir, when 'e was took so strange. 
 
 {Looks toward Chuf., goes to hitfi and places her hand on 
 his head.) 
 
 Jonas. Chuffey, eh? Ha! 
 
 Sarah. The creetur's 'ead's so 'ot that you might 'eat a 
 flat-iron on it. And no wonder, I am sure, considerin' the 
 things 'e said ! 
 
 Jonas {suddenly looking around at Sarah). Said ! What 
 did he say ? 
 
 Sarah {putting her hand on her heart, turfiing up her eyes 
 and speaking in a faint voice). The awfullest things, Mr. 
 Chuzzlewit, as ever I heerd ! Which Mrs. 'Arris's father never 
 spoke a word when took so, some does and some don't, except 
 sayin' when he come 'round, " Where is Sairy Gamp?" But 
 raily, sir, when Mr. Chuffey comes to ask who's lyin' dead 
 up-stairs, and 
 
 Jonas {rising, aghast). Who's lying dead up-stairs ! 
 
 Sarah {nodding and making as if swallowing). Who's 
 lyin' dead up-stairs ; such was his bibil language ; and where 
 was Mr. Chuzzlewit, as 'ad the only son ; and when 'e goes 
 a-whisperin' softly to 'isself about foul play ; it gives me sech 
 a turn, I don't denige it, Mr. Chuzzlewit, that I never could 
 *ave kept myself up but for a little drain of spirits, which I 
 seldom touches, but could always wish to know where to find, 
 if so dispoged, never knowin' wot may 'appen next, the world 
 bein' so uncertain. 
 
 Jonas. Why, the fool's mad. {Crosses to window.) 
 
 SarAh. That's my opinion, sir, and I will not deceive you. 
 I believe as Mr. Chuffey, sir, rekwires attention, if I may make 
 so bold, and should not 'ave his liberties to wex and worrit 
 your sweet lady as he does. 
 
 Jonas {looking across at Chuf.). Ecod, you're right. I 
 have half a mind to shut him up. (Sarah rubs her hands, 
 smiles, shakes her head, and s?iiffs expressively.) Could you 
 — could you take care of such an idiot, now, in some spare 
 room up-stairs ? 
 
 Sarah. Me and a friend of mine, one off, one on, could do 
 it, Mr. Chuzzlewit, our charges not bein' 'igh, but wishin' they 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 6 1 
 
 was lower. Me and Betsy Prig, sir, could undertake Mr. Chuf- 
 fey reasonable and give every satigefaction. 
 
 Jonas {wJio has been walking up and down the room and 
 glancing across at Chuf.). VVell ! Look after him for the 
 present, and, let me see, three days from this time let the other 
 woman come here, and we'll see if we can make a bargain of it. 
 Keep your eye on him in the meantime, and don't talk about it. 
 He's as mad as a March hare. 
 
 Sarah. Madder ! A deal madder ! 
 
 Jonas. See to him, then ; take care that he does no harm, 
 and recollect what I have told you. 
 
 Sarah (shaking Chuf., and helping him to rise, walks 
 him to door in flat). Now, then, old Chuffey, come along with 
 Sairy. She'll see you don't come to no harm, nor do none 
 either. Out you go. \^Exit through door in flat with Chuf. 
 
 Jonas {looking after them). Mr. Chuff, it'll be pretty easy 
 to be even with you. {Lights cajidle and puts it on table.') 
 It's no use doing things by halves, and as long as I stop here 
 I'll take good care of you. {Sits at table and begins to eat. 
 Pauses.) When I'm gone you may say what you please. 
 {Eats and dri?iks.) But it's a damned strange thing {push- 
 ing his plate from him) that his drivelings should have taken 
 this turn just now. {Pauses. Sits looking at the floor.) I say 
 just now, but for anything I know, he may have been carrying 
 on the same game all along. Old dog ! He shall be gagged ! 
 {Eats and drinks. Rises, locks doors ; draws curtains ; takes 
 off coat and shoes ; takes smock frock and heavy boots from 
 bundle and puts the77i on ; also slouch hat. Puts the boots he 
 has taken off down by the door of room, r. Goes to window 
 and looks cautiously out.) The streets are clear. A bad night. 
 The better for my purpose ! Now, Mr. Tigg. Now to stop 
 your babbling forever 1 {Goes to door in flat ; unlocks it a?id 
 looks cautiously out, listening.) All's quiet. Good ! 
 
 ( Closes door softly. Blows out candle. Exits cautiously 
 into room, r. Door is heard to lock from outside.) 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
ACT V 
 
 SCENE.— 6"^^.- as Act JV. Morning. 
 
 Enter Jonas. His face is haggard. He is dressed as in 
 Act /. He goes to the fireplace where a small fire is 
 burning. 
 
 Jonas. As soon as the alarm abates I must escape. Every- 
 thing is lost. Pecksniff's money, too. But I've had revenge. 
 The man is dead. Nothing can undo that. When will the 
 body be discovered ? ( Crosses to window and looks cautiously 
 out}) What's that they're reading in the shop opposite? It's 
 a printed bill ! ( Gazes ititently through window.) Is it found ? 
 Do they suspect me? (^Door in flat opens.) What's that? 
 
 {Turns quickly.) 
 
 Sarah (in doorway). A pleasant evenin* though warm, 
 which bless you, Mr. Chuzzlewit, we must expect when cow- 
 cumbers is three for tuppence. 
 
 Jonas. Where's my wife ? 
 
 Sarah. 1 don't know, sir. 
 
 Jonas. Find her and tell her I want her here. 
 
 Sarah. Ye-es, sir. \Exit. 
 
 Jonas. Always stealing away from the house. She's no 
 friend of mine. Who can tell what devil's mischief she and 
 her friends might hatch together ! ( Crosses again to window 
 and looks cautiously out. Enter Sarah.) Well, where is she? 
 Has she come ? 
 
 Sarah. No. I 'ear she left 'ere full three hours ago. 
 
 Jonas. Left here ! Alone ? 
 
 Sarah. I — 1 — I don't know, sir ; I never thought to ask. 
 
 Jonas. Curse you for a fool. Let me know when she 
 comes in. 
 
 Sarah. Yes, sir. \^Exit. 
 
 (Jonas, at window ^ looks cautiously out as before.) 
 
 Jonas. They're still reading the paper, and a third man 
 has joined them. They're having a dispute, and one of 'em 
 
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THE CHUZZLEWITS 63 
 
 Steps back to illustrate some act by his gestures. Horror ! How 
 like the blow with which I struck him down in the wood ! 
 
 {He staggers back, dropping into a chair.) 
 
 Enter Sarah. 
 
 Sarah. Mr. Chuffey is a-lyin' down, and much good may 
 it do him, Mr. Chuzzlewit, which 'arm it can't and good it 
 may, be joyful ! 
 
 Jonas (hoarsely^ poi?iting to chair l. of table). Sit down 
 and let us get this business done. Where is the other woman ? 
 
 Sarah {sitting nervously). The other person is with him 
 now. 
 
 Jonas (rising). That's right, he's not fit to be left to him- 
 self. You Hush! [Listens.) It's nothing. You told 
 
 me the other woman's name. I forget it. 
 
 Sarah. I — I mentioned Betsy Prig, sir. 
 
 Jonas. She is to be trusted, is she? 
 
 Sarah. That she ain't ! Nor 'ave I brought her, Mr. 
 Chuzzlewit. I've brought another which engages to give every 
 satigefaction. 
 
 Jonas. What's her name? (Sarah looks at him in an 
 odd way, apparently afraid to a?iswer.) What's her name ? 
 
 Sarah {hesitati?ig). Her name is — is — 'Arris. 
 
 (Presses her hand upon her side and turns up her eyes as 
 if she were going to faint away.) 
 
 Jonas. Well ! You and she have arranged to take care of 
 him, have you ? 
 
 Sarah {nodding her head). Turn and turn about; one off, 
 one on. {Places her hand on her heart.) Which fiddle- 
 strings is weakness to expredge my nerves to-day ! 
 
 Jonas. We shall not quarrel about terms. Let me see the 
 other person. ( Crosses to fireplace, L. ) 
 
 Sarah {risi?ig). The — the t'other person, sir? 
 
 Jonas. Aye ! Go you to him and send the other here. 
 Quick ! I'm busy. 
 
 (Sarah takes two or three backward steps toward the door 
 and stops.) 
 
 Sarah. It is your wishes, Mr. Chuzzlewit, to see the t'other 
 person, is it ? 
 
64 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 (Jonas turns to look at her^ as the door opens afid Old M. 
 and Chuf. enter the room. Old M. is now erect ifi direct 
 contrast to his appearance i?i previous acts. Jonas starts 
 back. Chuf. remai?is up r. of door. ^ 
 
 Old M. {coining r. c). This man is my brother's son. 
 Ill-met, ill-trained, ill-begotten. If he moves from the spot on 
 which he stands, open the window and call for help. 
 
 (Sarah hurries across to wi?tdow arid stands ready to call.) 
 
 Jonas. What right have you to give such directions in this 
 house ? 
 
 Old M. The right of your wrong-doing. Come in, there ! 
 
 (Lew. appears in doorway.) 
 
 ]o-i>i AS {giving a startled exclamatio?i). Ah! {Steps back 
 and supports himself by grasping back of chair, l. Lew. steps 
 in, closing the door afid standi fig before it.) I know that fel- 
 low. {Fetches his breath and poifits his finger at Lew.) He's 
 the greatest liar alive. What's his last tale? Ha, ha ! You're 
 rare fellows, too. Why, that uncle of mine is childish. {Points 
 at Old M.) He's a greater child than his brother, my father, 
 was in his old age; or than Chuffey is. What the devil do 
 you mean {to Lew.) by coming here, and bringing two idiots 
 with you, to take my house by storm ? Hallo, there ! Open 
 the door ! Turn these strangers out ! 
 
 Lew. You've said enough. Don't try to look bold at me. 
 Go on, sir {to Old M.), bring the murdering vagabond to his 
 knees. 
 
 Sarah {at window). Go on, sir. If he wants noise he 
 shall 'ave enough of it; for as sure as he's a-shiverin' from 
 'ead to foot, I'll raise a huproar at this winder as shall bring 
 'alf London in. 
 
 Old M. {extending his hand toward Jonas). This is the 
 man, is it ? 
 
 Lew. You need do no more than look at him to be sure of 
 that, or of the truth of what I've said. 
 
 Old M. Oh, brother, brother ! Were we strangers half 
 our lives that you might breed a wretch like this, and I make 
 a desert by withering every flower that grew about me ! You 
 are confronted by this man {pointing to Lew.) to be dealt with 
 justly. And you {to Chuf.), for the love of your old friend, 
 speak out, good fellow. 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 65 
 
 {Puts his hatid on Chuf.'s shoulder and brings him for- 
 ward ^ R. C.) 
 
 Chuf. (r. c). I have been silent for his love. He urged 
 me to do it. He made me promise it upon his dying bed. 1 
 never would have spoken but for your finding out so much. 
 We were at school together, he and 1. I couldn't turn against 
 his son, you know, his only son. He never spoke unkindly 
 to me, and I always understood him. I could always see him, 
 too, though my sight was dim. Well, well ! He's dead, he's 
 dead. (Sarah, who has been glancing out of window, leaves 
 room by door in fiat,) But where is she? She has not come 
 home ! 
 
 Old M. Do you mean his wife ? 
 
 Chuf. Yes. 
 
 Old M. I have removed her. She is in my care, and will 
 be spared the present knowledge of what is passing here. She 
 has known misery enough, without that addition. 
 
 (Jonas, appalled, starts as if he would attempt to escape, but 
 sinks into the chair with stark, staring eyes.) 
 
 Chuf. But you're wrong, you're wrong. Have patience, 
 for the truth is only known to me ! 
 
 Old M. How can that be? You said just now, above 
 stairs, that you knew he was his father's murderer. 
 
 Chuf. (wildly). Aye, yes ! And so he was ! But not as 
 you suppose. Stay ! Give me a moment's time. I have it all 
 here. (Strikes his head.) All here ! It was foul, cruel, bad ; 
 but not as you suppose. He bought the stuff (stretching out his 
 arm toward ]Q'i^ as), no doubt, as you have heard, and brought 
 it home. He mixed the stuff — look at him — with some sweet- 
 meat in a jar, exactly as the medicine for his father's cough 
 was mixed, and put it in a drawer; in that drawer yonder in 
 the desk ; he knows which drawer I mean ! He kept it there 
 locked up. But his courage failed him, or his heart was 
 touched— and he did not put it in the usual place, where my 
 old master would have taken it twenty times a day. (Jonas 
 cowers down into his chair.) He put it in that drawer, as 1 
 have said. He went so often there and was so secret, that his 
 father took notice of it, and when he was out, had it opened. 
 We were there together, and v/e found the mixture, Mr. Chuz- 
 zlewit and I. He took it into his possession, and made light 
 of it at the time; but in the night he came to my bedside, 
 
66 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 weeping, and told me that his own son' had it in his mind to 
 poison him. " Oh, Chuff ! " he said. " Oh, dear old Chuff ! 
 A voice came into my room to-night and told me that this 
 crime began with me. It began when 1 taught him to be too 
 covetous of what 1 have to leave, and made the expectation of 
 it his great business!" Those were his very words! ''He 
 shall not weary for my death, Chuff; I have sov/n and 1 must 
 reap. He shall believe that I am taking this, and when 1 see 
 that he is sorry I'll tell him that 1 found it out, and I'll forgive 
 him." (Chuf. pauses to wipe his eyes. Old M. has sunk 
 into a chair J u. c, with his face hidden in his hands. Jonas 
 has looked up and shows by his expression that he has hopes 
 to escape.') My dear old master made believe next day that 
 he had opened the drawer by mistake, and had been surprised 
 to find his fresh supply of medicine in such a place. We burnt 
 it ; but his son believed that he was taking it — he knows he 
 did. (Jonas, giving a short dry cough, cJianges his positioft 
 for an easier ofie, atid folds his ar7ns without lookifig at them.) 
 My old master sank and altered from the time he came to me 
 in the night, and never held up his head again. And then his 
 heart broke. 'Twas only a few days, but he had never changed 
 so much in twice the years. " Spare him, Chuff ! " he said to 
 me. I promised him I would. I've tried to do it. He's his 
 only son. 
 
 {His voice fails him, and making a motion with his ha?id he 
 retreats to his corfier by the fireplace and sits there bowed 
 with grief. ) 
 
 * Jonas {risi?tg). Well! Are you satisfied? Or have you 
 any more of your plots to broach ? Why, that fellow, Lew- 
 some, can invent 'em by the score. Have you nothing else ? 
 This place is not attached to you and you can't leave it too 
 soon. And for my wife, old man, send her home straight or 
 it will be the worse for her. It isn't hanging for a man to keep 
 a penn'orth of poison for his own purposes and have it taken 
 from him by two old crazy jolterheads who go and act a play 
 about it. Do you see the door ? 
 
 {Goes up and throws the door open, going down R. by window.) 
 
 Old M. (rising and crossing L. c). Do you see the door? 
 Look at it ! 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 67 
 
 {The door opens and Nad. and two policemen^ folloived by 
 Sarah, appear on the threshold.^ 
 
 Nad. {lip c). That is the man ! By the window ! (Jonas, 
 who has tiirfied, sta?ids as if paralyzed, gazing at Nad. 
 Two officers coi?te down and seize and handcuff hivi.^ Let 
 no one interfere. I accuse him yonder of the murder of Mr. 
 Montague. Our suspicions began {addressing Old M.) in 
 a quarrel between this man and another office in which his 
 father's life was insured, and which had so much doubt and 
 distrust on the subject that he compounded with them and 
 took half the money ; and was glad to do it. Bit by bit, 
 I've ferreted out more circumstances agamst him. I found 
 the nurse — here she is to confirm me (Sarah curtseys') ; I 
 found the doctor. I found out how the old gentleman there, 
 Mr. Chuffey, had behaved at the funeral ; and I found out 
 what this man {touching Lew. on the ami) had talked about 
 in his fever. I found out how he conducted himself before his 
 father's death, and since ; and putting it carefully together, 
 made case enough for Mr. Montague to tax him with the crime, 
 which, as he himself believed until to-night, he had committed. 
 I have watched him lately, almost without rest or relief. I lit- 
 tle thought to what my watching was to lead. As little as he 
 did when he slipped out in the night, dressed in those clothes 
 which he afterward sunk in a bundle at London Bridge ! 
 (Jonas, with a cry, tries to wrench himself free from the of- 
 ficers, but they hold him securely.) From that garret window 
 opposite, I watched this house and him for days and nights. 
 From that garret window opposite, I saw him return home, 
 alone, from a journey on which he had set out with Mr. Mon- 
 tague, and, standing at the door opposite, after dark that same 
 night, I saw a countryman steal out of this house, by a side 
 door in the court, who had never entered it. I knew his walk, 
 and that it was himself, disguised. I followed him immediately, 
 but lost him on the western road. I knew he would come back, 
 as he had gone out, when this part of the town was empty, and 
 for his coming back I watched. Early in the morning, the 
 same countryman came creeping home. I kept at the window 
 all day. At night I saw him come out with a bundle. I fol- 
 lowed him again. He went down the steps at London Bridge 
 and sunk it in the river. It contained the clothes I had seen 
 him wear, stained with clay and spotted with blood. The war- 
 rant has been out, and these officers have been with me some 
 
68 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 hours. We chose our time; and seeing you come in, and 
 seeing this person at the window {indicating Sarah) 
 
 Sarah. Beckoned to 'er to open the door; which she did 
 with a deal o' pleasure. 
 
 Nad. That's all at present. Are you ready, officer? 
 
 Officer. All ready, sir. 
 
 Jonas. Oh, miserable, miserable fool ! To find alive and 
 active — a party to it all — the brain and right hand of the secret 
 1 had thought to crush ! 
 
 {Putting his fettered hands before his eyes he is led out by 
 the officers^ followed by Nad. and Lew.) 
 
 Old M. {to Sarah). You gave my message to my nephew, 
 Martin Chuzzlewit, Mrs. Gamp? 
 
 Sarah. I did, sir, and you never see a gentleman more sur- 
 pridged in all your born days. 
 
 Old M. What more did you tell him ? 
 
 Sarah. Why, sir, 1 should 'ave liked to tell 'im a deal 
 more, but not bein' able, I didn't tell it, sir. 
 
 Old M. For what does he suppose that he is to come here ? 
 
 Sarah. 'E don't know what to suppose, sir. I told 'im 
 that you said to 'im, through me, "Can you be 'ere by ten in 
 the mornin' ? " That's all, sir. 
 
 Old M. Now you can take Mr. ChufFey to his room, and 
 after, I want you to tend the outer door — give admission to vis- 
 itors, I mean, when they knock. 
 
 Sarah. Suttinly, sir. {Goes to Chuf., 2£/A^ is dozing in 
 chair by fireplace^ aiid wakes him with a poke. ^ There's my 
 blessed old chick ! There's my darlin' Mr. Chuffey ! {Raises 
 hifn from his chair.) Now come up to your own room, sir, 
 and lay down on your bed a bit; for you're a-shakin' all over, 
 as if yer precious jints was hung on wires. That's a good 
 creetur ! Come with Sairy ! [Exit door in fiat with Chuf. 
 
 Old M. {closing door after them, and pausing up c). My 
 cherished projects, so long hidden in my own breast, so fre- 
 quently in danger of abrupt disclosure through the bursting 
 forth of the indignation I have hoarded up during my residence 
 with Pecksniff, are now approaching their fruition. To-day I 
 shall set Pecksniff right, and Pecksniff's victims, too. They 
 have severally been notified to meet here at ten o'clock to-day. 
 It is near that now. {Knock at street door.) Ah! {Asstimes 
 his former weak aspect.) My first guests are arriving. 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 69 
 
 (Si^s in Chuf.'s c/iair at fireplace.) 
 Enter Sarah, ushermg in Tom arid Mary. 
 
 Sarah (announci?ig). Miss Graham. Mr. Pinch. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Mary (crossing and kissing Old M.). Why, Mr. Chuzzle- 
 wit, how came you here, alone ? 
 
 Old M. Sit down, my dear. (Mary looki?ig surprised, 
 sits in chair l. of fireplace.) Ah, Mr. Pinch, your hand. 
 
 (Tom comes forward and shakes hafids with Old M. Another 
 knock. All look toward door. ) 
 
 Enter Mar. 
 
 Mar. (starting forward). Mary ! 
 
 Old M. (holding up his hand, without looking at M.pc^.). 
 Sit there. (Points to chair on other side of room. Mar. 
 pauses, looks at Mary, ivho smiles reassuringly, and he crosses 
 to r. and sits. Another knock.) Set the door open, Mr. 
 Pinch, and come here. 
 
 (Tom opens door wide and returns to Old M.) 
 
 Peck, (outside). Where is my venerable friend ? (Enters 
 quickly afid starts back on seeing who are with Old M.) My 
 venerable friend is well ? 
 
 Old M. Quite well. 
 
 Peck, (clasping his hands and looking tip in ecstasy) . Thank 
 heaven for that. Ah, my venerable friend ! Why this flight ? 
 How could you ever leave me ? You have absented yourself 
 upon some act of kindness to me, I do not doubt, or you have 
 been moved to do some service to this ingrate. (Looks at 
 Tom, and the Jt at Mar.) Oh, vermin ! Oh, bloodsuckers ! 
 
 Tom (starting toward V-kcvl.). How dare you, sir? 
 
 Peck, (ivaving Tom aside and crossifig to Old M.). My 
 venerable friend, this is no place for you. (To Mary.) My 
 dear young lady, help me to remove this patriarchal gentleman, 
 to whose tottering limbs I have the honor to act as an un- 
 worthy, but, I hope, an unassuming prop, to a place of security. 
 My dear sir, come. 
 
 Tom (c). Mr. Pecksniff, will you answer me one question ? 
 
 Peck. (l. c). I cannot answer questions. I can only say, 
 unnatural plunderers and robbers, begone. 
 
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 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 ( Waves his Juuid toward door.') 
 
 Tom. I — I don't want to bluster, but I tell you I will be 
 heard, and answered, too. I ask you why 1 was dismissed ? 
 
 Peck, (^sweetly). Because, Tom Pinch, since you compel 
 me to address you, because you were an ungrateful worm, who 
 turned upon the hand that fed you and made use of your posi- 
 tion to insinuate yourself into the affections of Miss Graham. 
 
 Mary {advancing to the side of Tom). That is not true. 
 
 Peck. My dear Miss Graham, this outburst is unseemly. 
 
 Mary. Vou it was who insulted the girl you should have 
 protected. The story you have just repeated, of which I never 
 heard till now, is a fiction of your own inventing. 
 
 Peck. (l. c). Observe ! You are agitating your helpless 
 friend here. (Mary crosses to Old M. Tom crosses to Mar., 
 R. Old M. leaiis forward, grasping his stick ofi which he 
 rests his chin. Peck, crosses c.) He has accepted my assur- 
 ance upon the unhappy matter, and is content to repose peace- 
 fully in the bosom of virtue. {Taps himself.) 
 
 Tom (r. c). Virtue ! You thrust your odious attentions 
 on that young lady by force, and when you knew that she had 
 confided the story of your persecution to me, you thought you 
 could hide the disgrace of the discovery by getting rid of the 
 pupil you had so long imposed upon. That is why you dis- 
 missed me. 
 
 Peck. Miss Graham, we will resume the discussion on our 
 return to our venerable friend's hotel. I will first put you into 
 a coach, and then {Goes as if to take Mary's hatid.) 
 
 Mar. {risifig and crossing R. c). ' If you lay a hand on 
 that lady, Pecksniff, in my presence, I'll take you by the neck 
 and thrust you into the street. 
 
 Peck, {dodging and going quickly down L.). You may be- 
 stride my senseless corse, sir, that is very likely, but while I 
 continue to be called on to exist you must strike at this worthy 
 gentleman through me. My dear Mary, come, we will depart 
 together. 
 
 (Peck, starts to go to Mary, who is r. of Old M., when 
 the latter suddenly starts up and fells Peck, with a blow 
 from his cane.) 
 
 Old M. Take him out of my reach, or I cannot help my- 
 self. The strong restraint I have put on my hands has palsied 
 them. (Peck, rises slowly, picks up his hat and crosses c.) 
 
THE CHUZZLEWITS 7I 
 
 What ! Do you know me as I am at last ? Rascal ! (Peck. 
 wipes his forehead with his handkerchief and smiles in a feeble 
 ivay.) Martin, look at him {poi7iting to Peck.), and come 
 here. (Mar. crosses to him. Old M. holds hi?n to his heart.) 
 Knd you {to Peck.), look here! here! here! (^Each time 
 presses Mar. to him.) The passion I felt, Martin, when I 
 dared not do this, was in the blow I struck just now. Why did 
 we part? How could you fly from me to him? (Mar. is 
 about to speak.) No, no, the fault was mine as well as yours. 
 I made no allowance for the rashness of youth. Mary, my love, 
 come here. (Mary goes to him.) Observe, I put myself in 
 that man's hands on terms as base and degrading to himself 
 as I could put them in words. If he had offered me one word 
 of remonstrance in favor of the grandson whom he supposed I 
 had disinherited, I think I could have borne with him. But 
 not a word — not a word. 
 
 Peck, {shedding tears). Mr. Chuzzlewit, I cannot be angry 
 with you. But did you never, my dear sir, suggest that your 
 grandson should be dismissed from my house? Recollect 
 yourself, my Christian friend. 
 
 Old M. Yes, 1 did express the wish. I thought I should 
 open his eyes by presenting you before him in your own servile 
 character. (Peck, bows as if he had been paid acojnpliment.) 
 My scheme has succeeded better than I thought, for it has not 
 only proved him, but it has brought my grandson to my feet. 
 And it has proved the constancy and truth of Mary, and it has 
 brouglit me to know the goodness and simplicity and manly 
 faith of Tom Pinch. 
 
 Peck. Mr. Chuzzlewit, sir. You have partaken of my hos- 
 pitality. 
 
 Old M. And paid for it. {Points Peck, to door.) 
 
 Peck. Thank you. {Edges gradually nearer the door, to 
 which Old M. is pointing with his stick.) I have been struck 
 this day with a walking-stick, which I have every reason to be- 
 lieve has knobs upon it, on that delicate and exquisite portion 
 of the human anatomy, the brain. Several blows have been 
 inflicted, sir, without a walking-stick, upon that tenderer por- 
 tion of my frame, my heart. If you ever contemplate the silent 
 tomb, sir, which you will excuse me for entertaining some doubt 
 of your doing, after your conduct this day, think of me. If 
 you should wish to have anything inscribed upon your silent 
 tomb, sir, let it be that 1 — ah, my dear sir, 1, the humble indi- 
 vidual, who has now the honor of reproaching you, forgave you. 
 
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 THE CHUZZLEWITS 
 
 (As he gets closer to the door, he keeps his eyes on Old M.) 
 Good -morning. Bless you, sir. Bless you. 
 
 \^Exit quickly y door in flat. 
 
 Old M. Martin, that ghoul has set Mary's hand trembiiiiSj 
 strangely. See if you can hold it. (Places Mary's hand in 
 Mar.'s; they go down l. ; he crosses c.) Come here, Tom 
 Pinch. {To Tom, who has remained at r. Tom comes to 
 Jiijn, R. c.) Your place is here, in the midst of all this hap- 
 piness, not outside it. 
 
 Mar. {crossi?ig to Tom). Tom, old fellow, congratulate me. 
 
 Tom. I do with all my heart. 
 
 (^Shakes Mar.'s hand. Mar. steps back; Mary crosses to 
 Tom and holds out her hand to him. He takes it and 
 sloiuly kisses her ; then sinks into chair, r. c. Old M. 
 goes to sideboard and pours out four glasses of wine from 
 deca?iter. ) 
 
 Mar. ( going to Mary, and with his arm about her stafiding 
 by Tom's chair). We shall have the little organ in the dark- 
 ened room after all, I'om ! 
 
 Tom (leaning over the ariti of his chair wistfully, and half 
 aside). Yes, and the T. P. C.'s on the pinafores, eh, Martin ? 
 
 Mar. Yes, Tom, yes ! 
 
 Old M. (comi7ig down R. ^Tom and passing wine to Mar., 
 Mary and Tom, a?id holding glass himself ). To-day, before 
 I leave you, 1 wish you to join me in drinking one toast. Tom 
 Pinch's health. Tom Pinch, whom we all love ! The good 
 fellow whose truth and simplicity disposed me, when I doubted 
 every one, to believe in better things. Tom Pinch ! Thought- 
 ful of other people, forgetful of himself, patient, loving and 
 lovable, Tom Pinch, we drink to you. 
 
 ( They lift their glasses to him. He sits with his glass rest- 
 ing on the arm of his chair, his face beaming with smiles.) 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
Should he played by 
 boys sixteen and 
 seventeen years 
 old. 
 
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 Sam Bigelow, centre 
 Fred Williamson, quarter back 
 Harold Smith, half back 
 Philip Ainsworth, sub 
 Dick Colton, sub. 
 Russell Sydney "| 
 
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 Stephen Reynolds J 
 
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 Mr. Deane, an instructor. 
 
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THE VILLAGE POST-OFFICE 
 
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 CHARACTERS 
 
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 Arthur Watson. 
 
 Jack, ] 
 
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 Dick, ) 
 
 Miss Abigail Persons, a woman of ideas, 
 
 Mrs. Watson, a gentle person. 
 
 Lucile Persons. 
 
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 Mabel, ) 
 
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 Second Girl. 
 
 First Gypsy. 
 
 Second Gypsy. 
 
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 CHARACTERS 
 
 Tom Dexter, one of Nature's noblemen, 
 
 Sidney Everett, of the worid worldly, 
 
 Ben Latham, a wanderer. 
 
 Andrew Dexter, Tom s father. 
 
 Hezekiah Yiom^i^s, fond of an argument, 
 
 Nathan Speck, the hired man. 
 
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 Amelia Dexter, sister of Andrew. 
 
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 Act L— The yard at Ferndale Farm, Cranberry Corners, on 
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 A Comedy in Four Acts 
 
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 Seven males, two females. Costumes, modern ; scenery, two interiors 
 
 Plays an hour and a half. A very funny play intended for performance 
 
 by boys or youhg men. 
 
 CHARACTERS 
 Mr. W. Wrightup, alias \ a medical 
 
 Dr. Phil Graves. R.S.V.P., P.T.O. j student. 
 Michael Spowder, his servant, from lipperary. 
 CoLOWEL Ailment, a patient. 
 Miss O'Phee, a patient. 
 Thomas Wrotter, an ambitious youth. 
 Mrs. Langwidge, his aunt, of British origin, 
 Mr. Percy Veering, an attorney. 
 A Laboring Man. 
 
 Pricey 75" cents 
 
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 A Comedy in Three Acts 
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 Six males, two females. Costumes, modern; scenery, two interiors, 
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 CHARACTERS 
 JUDGg Simeon Adams, a well-to-do, kindly, po7npous old bachelor. 
 Miss Burgess, his housekeeper. With matrimonial schemes. 
 Nathan Dean, the village constable. Fat-witted, and gullible, 
 Howard Foster, a Pinkerion detective. Too clever by half. 
 Monsieur Gaspard, a Chef d' Orchestre. 
 
 A Sharp f ^^^^^^'^^^' Britishers. 
 LrXfsS. Wordy, landlady of the village inn. 
 Price, 75 cents 
 
 THE FIRST DAY OF THE HOLIDAYS 
 
 A Comedy in Four Acts 
 By C. A. Pellanus 
 Six male characters. Costumes, modern ; scenery, two interiors. Plays 
 an hour and a half. An exceptionally brisk and humorous piece intended 
 for male characters only. 
 
 CHARACTERS 
 Prof. B. Willdard, a naturalist. A short-sighted old man. 
 Job Shirker, a shoe7naker. Envious of other meii s success. 
 Joseph Shirker, his son. A tramp. 
 Henry Copper, a police officer and a duffer, born in England. 
 
 Jim Bounde^ } ^<^^<^olboys. Impertinent and full of high spirits. 
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THE HEIRESS HUNTERS 
 
 A Comedy in Three Acts 
 
 By Walter Ben Hare 
 
 Seven males, seven females. Costumes, modern ; scenery, two interiors 
 and an exterior. Plays two hours and twenty minutes. Upon the dark 
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 CHARACTERS 
 Tom Timmons, author 1 The 
 
 Dick Chetwynd [Lord Richard Chetwynd), artist > Heiress 
 Harry Clive, musician J Hunters, 
 
 Major Morann, Toin s uricle and Amethysf s guardian. 
 Whimper, the only butler in Kokomo. 
 Amethyst Lake, the heiress. 
 Nell Gray, a true Ai7ierican girl. 
 La Lolita, a model young lady from Spain. 
 Mrs. Ballou, Amethysf s aunt, with social aspirations. 
 The Widow Wood, who could blaine her? 
 John Patrick Wood, aged fourteen. 
 Pandora Wood, aged thirteen. 
 RosELLA Wood, aged six \ ^ . . . ^ 
 BijAH Wood, a mere splinter \ ^^ ^^^^^ ^^ ^^^"'^' 
 
 SYNOPSIS 
 
 Act L — The Castle of the Three Musketeers. Off for Kokomo. 
 
 Act II. — The lawn at Lakemont, Kokomo, Indiana. The 
 Widow Wood. 
 
 Act III. — Evening party at Lakemont. Cupid shoots right and 
 left. 
 
 THE GREAT CHICKEN CASE 
 
 A Mock Trial 
 
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LOVE AND TEA 
 
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 Miss Lavinia Bolt wood, a despotic spinster, 
 
 Betty Boltwood, her niece. 
 
 Mrs. Cowles, a neighbor. 
 
 Mrs. Adams, another. 
 
 Mrs. Strong, the village gossip. 
 
 Mandy, slave of Miss BoltwoocV s. 
 
 Judge Ingram, a middle-aged bachelor of mild Tory sentiments, 
 
 William Dickinson, a fiery young minuicman. 
 
 SYNOPSIS 
 Act I. — The living-room of a comfortable village home, a few 
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 Act II. — The same, not long after the Battle of Bunker Hill. 
 
 THE HAPPY DAY 
 
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 THE WINTER'S TALE 
 
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