Do you know of any orphan with three or four hundred pound ?' Mrs Todgers reflected, and shook her head.
'When you hear of an orphan with three or four hundred pound,' said Mr Pecksniff, 'let that dear orphan's friends apply, by letter post-paid, to S.P., Post Office, Salisbury.

I don't know who he is exactly.

Don't be alarmed, Mrs Todgers,' said Mr Pecksniff, falling heavily against her; 'Chronic--chronic! Let's have a little drop of something to drink.' 'Bless my life, Miss Pecksniffs!' cried Mrs Todgers, aloud, 'your dear pa's took very poorly!' Mr Pecksniff straightened himself by a surprising effort, as every one turned hastily towards him; and standing on his feet, regarded the assembly with a look of ineffable wisdom.

Gradually it gave place to a smile; a feeble, helpless, melancholy smile; bland, almost to sickliness.

'Do not repine, my friends,' said Mr Pecksniff, tenderly.
'Do not weep for me.