I regret having been severed from you so long.

If I had known you sooner, and sooner used you as you well deserve, I might have been a happier man.' Mr Pecksniff looked up to the ceiling, and clasped his hands in rapture.
'Your daughters,' said Martin, after a short silence.

'I don't know them.

Are they like you ?' 'In the nose of my eldest and the chin of my youngest, Mr Chuzzlewit,' returned the widower, 'their sainted parent (not myself, their mother) lives again.' 'I don't mean in person,' said the old man.

'Morally, morally.' ''Tis not for me to say,' retorted Mr Pecksniff with a gentle smile.