what you spoke of, coming along, that's the course for
you to take. If you started wrong with your grandfather (which, you'll
excuse my taking the liberty of saying, appears to have been the case),
up with you, sir, and tell him so, and make an appeal to his affections.
Don't stand out. He's a great deal older than you, and if he was hasty,
you was hasty too. Give way, sir, give way.'

The eloquence of Mr Tapley was not without its effect on Martin but he
still hesitated, and expressed his reason thus:

'That's all very true, and perfectly correct, Mark; and if it were a
mere question of humbling myself before HIM, I would not consider it
twice. But don't you see, that being wholly under this hypocrite's
government, and having (if what we hear be true) no mind or will of his
own, I throw myself, in fact, not at his feet, but at the feet of
Mr Pecksniff? And when I am rejected and spurned away,' said Martin,
turning crimson at the thought, 'it is not by him; my own blood stirred
against me; but by Pecksniff--Pecksniff, Mark!'

'Well, but we know beforehand,' returned the politic Mr Tapley, 'that
Pecksniff is a wagabond, a scoundrel, and a willain.'

'A most pernicious villain!' said Martin.

'A most pernicious willain. We know that beforehand, sir; and,
consequently, it's no shame to be defeated by Pecksniff. Blow
Pecksniff!' cried Mr Tapley, in the fervour of his eloquence. 'Who's he!
It's not in the natur of Pecksniff to shame US, unless he agreed with
us, or done us a service; and, in case he offered any audacity of that
description, we could express our sentiments in the English language,
I hope. Pecksniff!' repeated Mr Tapley, with ineffable disdain. 'What's
Pecksniff, who's Pecksniff, where's Pecksniff, that he's to be so much
considered? We're not a-calculating for ourselves;' he laid uncommon
emphasis on the last syllable of that word, and looked full in Martin's
face; 'we're making a effort for a young lady likewise as has undergone
her share; and whatever little hope we have, this here Pecksniff is not
to stand in its way, I expect. I never heard of any act of Parliament,
as was made by Pecksniff. Pecksniff! Why, I wouldn't see the man myself;
I wouldn't hear him; I wouldn't choose to know he was in company. I'd
scrape my shoes on the scraper of the door, and call that Pecksniff, if
you liked; but I wouldn't condescend no further.'

The amazement of Mrs Lupin, and indeed of Mr Tapley himself for that
matt