We are grateful to you with our whole hearts.

It is a blessed distinction that you have conferred upon us, and believe me'-- it is impossible to conceive how he smiled here--'we shall not easily forget it.' 'I am sorry to interrupt you, Pecksniff,' remarked Mr Spottletoe, with his whiskers in a very portentous state; 'but you are assuming too much to yourself, sir.

Who do you imagine has it in contemplation to confer a distinction upon YOU, sir ?' A general murmur echoed this inquiry, and applauded it.
'If you are about to pursue the course with which you have begun, sir,' pursued Mr Spottletoe in a great heat, and giving a violent rap on the table with his knuckles, 'the sooner you desist, and this assembly separates, the better.

I am no stranger, sir, to your preposterous desire to be regarded as the head of this family, but I can tell YOU, sir--' Oh yes, indeed! HE tell.

HE! What?
He was the head, was he?
From the strong-minded woman downwards everybody fell, that instant, upon Mr Spottletoe, who after vainly attempting to be heard in silence was fain to sit down again, folding his arms and shaking his head most wrathfully, and giving Mrs Spottletoe to understand in dumb show, that that scoundrel Pecksniff might go on for the present, but he would cut in presently, and annihilate him.
'I am not sorry,' said Mr Pecksniff in resumption of his address, 'I am really not sorry that this little incident has happened.