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Updated: September 23, 2025
McCockerell was still alive, and that as Sarah Jane had then become Mrs. Jones, Maryanne was her mother's favourite, and destined to receive all her mother's gifts. Of the name and person of William Brisket, George Robinson was then in happy ignorance, and the first introduction between them took place in the Hall of Harmony.
During the weeks which produced these results, he frequently saw Maryanne in Smithfield, but never spoke to her, except on the ordinary topics of the day. In his demeanour he was courteous to her, but he never once addressed her except as Miss Brown, and always with a politeness which was as cold as it was studied.
At that moment a refreshing breeze of the night air was wafted into the room from the opened door, and Robinson, looking up, saw before him a sturdy, thickset man, with mottled beefy face, and by his side there stood a spectre. "It's your sister," whispered he to Maryanne, in a tone of horror. "Oh, laws! there's Bill," said she, and then she fainted.
"He was odious to her. He was always greasy and smelt of meat; but he had a respectable business." "And is my Maryanne mercenary?" asked Robinson. "Now, George," said she, "it's no use you scolding me, and I won't be scolded. Ma says that I must be civil to him, and I'm not going to quarrel with ma. At any rate not yet." "But surely, Maryanne "
"Maryanne," he said to the young lady early on that day on which she had afterwards had her interview with Robinson, "what's all this about Johnson of Manchester?" "I know nothing about your Johnsons, nor yet about your Manchester," said Miss Brown, standing with her back to her lover.
Come; what's the good of arguing. You're quick at writing, I know, and there's the paper." Then George Robinson did write. The words were as follows; "I renounce the hand and heart of Maryanne Brown. I renounce them for ever. George Robinson."
"No," said he; "I'm blowed if I'll hit you. You're better stuff than I thought you was. And now look here, young man; there she is. If she'll say that she'll have you, I'll walk out, and I won't come across you or she any more." Maryanne, when she heard this, raised her face and looked steadily at Robinson. If, however, she had any hope, that hope was fruitless.
"He will make me one mash of gore," said Robinson, still holding out his hand. "But if you wish it, I care nothing for that. His brute strength will, of course, prevail; but I am indifferent as to that, if it would do you a pleasure." "Pleasure to me! Nothing of the kind, I can assure you." "Maryanne, if I might have my wish, it should be this.
"Oh, Maryanne! you wicked girl!" said Sarah Jane. "If I'm wicked, there's two of us so, Sarah Jane! You had the money, and you gave it to Robinson for them notices of his. I know all about it now! And then what could you expect of Brisket? Of course he was off. There was no fal-lal about love, and all that, with him. He wanted a woman to look after his house; but he wanted something with her.
When a man commences the stern realities of life, that must be abandoned. But now I am anxious to commence a reality which is not stern, that reality which is for me to soften all the hardness of this hardworking world. Maryanne, when shall be our wedding day?"
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