er, at this impassioned flow of language, was immense. But Martin,
after looking thoughtfully at the fire for a short time, said:

'You are right, Mark. Right or wrong, it shall be done. I'll do it.'

'One word more, sir,' returned Mark. 'Only think of him so far as not to
give him a handle against you. Don't you do anything secret that he
can report before you get there. Don't you even see Miss Mary in the
morning, but let this here dear friend of ours'--Mr Tapley bestowed a
smile upon the hostess--'prepare her for what's a-going to happen, and
carry any little message as may be agreeable. She knows how. Don't you?'
Mrs Lupin laughed and tossed her head. 'Then you go in, bold and free as
a gentleman should. "I haven't done nothing under-handed," says you. "I
haven't been skulking about the premises, here I am, for-give me, I ask
your pardon, God Bless You!"'

Martin smiled, but felt that it was good advice notwithstanding, and
resolved to act upon it. When they had ascertained from Mrs Lupin that
Pecksniff had already returned from the great ceremonial at which they
had beheld him in his glory; and when they had fully arranged the order
of their proceedings; they went to bed, intent upon the morrow.

In pursuance of their project as agreed upon at this discussion, Mr
Tapley issued forth next morning, after breakfast, charged with a letter
from Martin to his grandfather, requesting leave to wait upon him for a
few minutes. And postponing as he went along the congratulations of his
numerous friends until a more convenient season, he soon arrived at Mr
Pecksniff's house. At that gentleman's door; with a face so immovable
that it would have been next to an impossibility for the most acute
physiognomist to determine what he was thinking about, or whether he was
thinking at all; he straightway knocked.

A person of Mr Tapley's observation could not long remain insensible
to the fact that Mr Pecksniff was making the end of his nose very
blunt against the glass of the parlour window, in an angular attempt to
discover who had knocked at the door. Nor was Mr Tapley slow to baffle
this movement on the part of the enemy, by perching himself on the
top step, and presenting the crown of his hat in that direction. But
possibly Mr Pecksniff had already seen him, for Mark soon heard his
shoes creaking, as he advanced to open the door with his own hands.

Mr Pecksniff was as cheerful as ever, and sang a little song in the
passage.