'I am not so many years older than my sister, either, though she
IS married to your friend!'
'Ah, human nature, human nature! Poor human nature!' said Mr Pecksniff,
shaking his head at human nature, as if he didn't belong to it. 'To
think that this discord should arise from such a cause! oh dear, oh
dear!'
'From such a cause indeed!' cried Cherry. 'State the real cause, Pa, or
I'll state it myself. Mind! I will!'
Perhaps the energy with which she said this was infectious. However that
may be, Mr Pecksniff changed his tone and the expression of his face for
one of anger, if not downright violence, when he said:
'You will! you have. You did yesterday. You do always. You have no
decency; you make no secret of your temper; you have exposed yourself to
Mr Chuzzlewit a hundred times.'
'Myself!' cried Cherry, with a bitter smile. 'Oh indeed! I don't mind
that.'
'Me, too, then,' said Mr Pecksniff.
His daughter answered with a scornful laugh.
'And since we have come to an explanation, Charity,' said Mr Pecksniff,
rolling his head portentously, 'let me tell you that I won't allow it.
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