Make no defence.' 'No, but do have the goodness, sir,' cried Pinch, with great earnestness, 'if you please.

Mr Westlock, sir, going away for good and all, wishes to leave none but friends behind him.

Mr Westlock and you, sir, had a little difference the other day; you have had many little differences.' 'Little differences!' cried Charity.
'Little differences!' echoed Mercy.
'My loves!' said Mr Pecksniff, with the same serene upraising of his hand; 'My dears!' After a solemn pause he meekly bowed to Mr Pinch, as who should say, 'Proceed;' but Mr Pinch was so very much at a loss how to resume, and looked so helplessly at the two Miss Pecksniffs, that the conversation would most probably have terminated there, if a good-looking youth, newly arrived at man's estate, had not stepped forward from the doorway and taken up the thread of the discourse.
'Come, Mr Pecksniff,' he said, with a smile, 'don't let there be any ill-blood between us, pray.

I am sorry we have ever differed, and extremely sorry I have ever given you offence.

Bear me no ill-will at parting, sir.' 'I bear,' answered Mr Pecksniff, mildly, 'no ill-will to any man on earth.' 'I told you he didn't,' said Pinch, in an undertone; 'I knew he didn't! He always says he don't.' 'Then you will shake hands, sir ?' cried Westlock, advancing a step or two, and bespeaking Mr Pinch's close attention by a glance.
'Umph!' said Mr Pecksniff, in his most winning tone.
'You will shake hands, sir.' 'No, John,' said Mr Pecksniff, with a calmness quite ethereal; 'no, I will not shake hands, John.