You and yours are to find that I can be constant, and am not to be diverted from my end.
Do you hear ?' 'Perfectly,' said Mr Pecksniff.
'I very much regret,' Martin resumed, looking steadily at him, and speaking in a slow and measured tone; 'I very much regret that you and I held such a conversation together, as that which passed between us at our last meeting.

I very much regret that I laid open to you what were then my thoughts of you, so freely as I did.

The intentions that I bear towards you now are of another kind; deserted by all in whom I have ever trusted; hoodwinked and beset by all who should help and sustain me; I fly to you for refuge.

I confide in you to be my ally; to attach yourself to me by ties of Interest and Expectation'-- he laid great stress upon these words, though Mr Pecksniff particularly begged him not to mention it; 'and to help me to visit the consequences of the very worst species of meanness, dissimulation, and subtlety, on the right heads.' 'My noble sir!' cried Mr Pecksniff, catching at his outstretched hand.
'And YOU regret the having harboured unjust thoughts of me! YOU with those grey hairs!' 'Regrets,' said Martin, 'are the natural property of grey hairs; and I enjoy, in common with all other men, at least my share of such inheritance.

And so enough of that.