Do not trouble yourselves, my girls, I shall not so easily forget you, Charity and Mercy, as to need such tokens of remembrance.
Cousin!' 'Sir!' said Mr Pecksniff, with alacrity.
'Do you never sit down ?' 'Why--yes--occasionally, sir,' said Mr Pecksniff, who had been standing all this time.
'Will you do so now ?' 'Can you ask me,' returned Mr Pecksniff, slipping into a chair immediately, 'whether I will do anything that you desire ?' 'You talk confidently,' said Martin, 'and you mean well; but I fear you don't know what an old man's humours are.

You don't know what it is to be required to court his likings and dislikings; to adapt yourself to his prejudices; to do his bidding, be it what it may; to bear with his distrusts and jealousies; and always still be zealous in his service.
When I remember how numerous these failings are in me, and judge of their occasional enormity by the injurious thoughts I lately entertained of you, I hardly dare to claim you for my friend.' 'My worthy sir,' returned his relative, 'how CAN you talk in such a painful strain! What was more natural than that you should make one slight mistake, when in all other respects you were so very correct, and have had such reason--such very sad and undeniable reason--to judge of every one about you in the worst light!' 'True,' replied the other.

'You are very lenient with me.' 'We always said, my girls and I,' cried Mr Pecksniff with increasing obsequiousness, 'that while we mourned the heaviness of our misfortune in being confounded with the base and mercenary, still we could not wonder at it.

My dears, you remember ?' Oh vividly! A thousand times! 'We uttered no complaint,' said Mr Pecksniff.

'Occasionally we had the presumption to console ourselves with the remark that Truth would in the end prevail, and Virtue be triumphant; but not often.