Jonas said this offensively enough; for over and above the habitual distrust of his character, it as in his nature to seek to revenge himself on the fine clothes and the fine furniture, in exact proportion as he had been unable to withstand their influence.
`If I come here to ask a question or two, and get a document or two to consider of, I don't bind myself to anything. Let's understand that, you know,' said Jonas.
`My dear fellow!' cried Tigg, clapping him on the shoulder, `I applaud your frankness. If men like you and I speak openly at first, all possible misunderstanding is avoided. Why should I disguise what you know so well, but what the crowd never dream of? We companies are all birds of prey: mere birds of prey. The only question is, whether in serving our own turn, we can serve yours too: whether in double-lining our own nest, we can put a single living into yours. Oh, you're in our secret. You're behind the scenes. We'll make a merit of dealing plainly with you, when we know we can't help it.'
It was remarked, on the first introduction of Mr. Jonas into these pages, that there is a simplicity of cunning no less than a simplicity of innocence, and that in all matters involving a faith in knavery he was the most credulous of men. If Mr. Tigg had preferred any claim to high and honourable dealing, Jonas would have suspected him though, he had been a very model of probity; but when he gave utterance to Jonas's own thoughts of everything and everybody, Jonas began to feel that he was a pleasant fellow, and one to be talked to freely.
He changed his position in the chair! not for a less awkward, but for a more boastful attitude; and smiling in his miserable conceit rejoined:
`You an't a man of business, Mr. Montague. You know how to set about it, I will say.'
`Tut, tut,' said Tigg, nodding confidentially, and showing his white teeth: `we are not children, Mr. Chuzzlewit; we are grown men, I hope.'
Jonas assented, and said after a short silence, first spreading out his legs, and sticking one arm akimbo to show how perfectly at home he was, `The truth is--'
`Don't say, the truth,' interposed Tigg, with another grin. `It's so like humbug.'
Greatly charmed by this, Jonas began again.
`The long and the short of it is--'
`Better,' muttered Tigg. `Much better!'
`--That I didn't consider myself very well used by one or two of the old companies in some negotiations I have had with 'em. Once had, I mean.
They started objections they had no right to start, and put questions they had no right to put, and carried things much too high for my taste.'
As he made these observations he cast down his eyes, and looked curiously at the carpet. Mr. Tigg looked curiously at him.
He made so long a pause, that Tigg came to the rescue, and said, in his pleasantest manner:
`Take a glass of wine.'
`No, no,' returned Jonas, with a cunning shake of the head; `none of that, thankee. No wine over business. All very well for you, but it wouldn't do for me.'
`What an old hand you are, Mr. Chuzzlewit!' said Tigg, leaning back m his chair, and leering at him through his half-shut eyes.
Jonas shook his head again, as much as to say, `You're right there;'
And then resumed, jocosely:
`Not such an old hand, either, but that I've been and got married. That's rather green, you'll say. Perhaps it is, especially as she's young. But one never knows what may happen to these women, so I'm thinking of insuring her life. It is but fair, you know, that a man should secure some consolation in case of meeting with such a loss.'
`If anything can console him under such heart-breaking circumstances,' murmured Tigg, with his eyes shut up as before.
`Exactly,' returned Jonas; `if anything can. Now, supposing I did it here, I should do it cheap, I know, and easy, without bothering her about it; which I'd much rather not do, for it $$Word$$ just in a woman's way to take it into her head, if you talk to her about such things, that she's going to die directly.'
`So it is,' cried Tigg, kissing his hand in honour of the ***. `You're quite right. Sweet, silly, fluttering little ******tons!'
`Well,' said Jonas, `on that account, you know, and because offence has been given me in other quarters, I wouldn't mind patronising this Company.
But I want to know what sort of security there is for the Company's going on. That's the--'
`Not the truth?' cried Tigg, holding up his jewelled hand. `Don't use that Sunday School expression, please!'
`The long and the short of it,' said Jonas. `The long and the short of it is, what's the security?'
`The paid-up capital, my dear sir,' said Tigg, referring to some papers on the table, `is, at this present moment--'
`Oh! I understand all about paid-up capitals, you know,' said Jonas.
`You do?' cried Tigg, stopping short.
`I should hope so.'
He turned the papers down again, and moving nearer to him, said in his ear:
`I know you do. I know you do. Look at me!'
It was not much in Jonas's way to look straight at anybody; but thus requested, he made shift to take a tolerable survey of the chairman's features.
The chairman fell back a little, to give him the better opportunity.
`You know me?' he inquired, elevating his eyebrows. `You recollect?
You've seen me before?'
`Why, I thought I remembered your face when I first came in,' said Jonas, gazing at it: `but I couldn't call to mind where I had seen it. No. I don't remember, even now. Was it in the street?'
`Was it in Pecksniff's parlour?' said Tigg `In Pecksniff's parlour!' echoed Jonas, fetching a long breath. `You don't mean when--'
`Yes,' cried Tigg, `when there was a very charming and delightful little family party, at which yourself and your respected father assisted,'
`Well, never mind him,' said Jonas. `He's dead, and there's no help for it.'
`Dead, is he!' cried Tigg, `Venerable old gentleman, is he dead! You're very like him.'
