'
'No, no. There is no occasion,' said the old man. 'A momentary feeling.
Nothing more.'
'Indignation,' observed Mr Pecksniff, 'WILL bring the scalding tear
into the honest eye, I know'--he wiped his own elaborately. 'But we
have highest duties to perform than that. Rouse yourself, Mr Chuzzlewit.
Shall I give expression to your thoughts, my friend?'
'Yes,' said old Martin, leaning back in his chair, and looking at him,
half in vacancy and half in admiration, as if he were fascinated by
the man. 'Speak for me, Pecksniff, Thank you. You are true to me. Thank
you!'
'Do not unman me, sir,' said Mr Pecksniff, shaking his hand vigorously,
'or I shall be unequal to the task. It is not agreeable to my feelings,
my good sir, to address the person who is now before us, for when I
ejected him from this house, after hearing of his unnatural conduct from
your lips, I renounced communication with him for ever. But you desire
it; and that is sufficient. Young man! The door is immediately behind
the companion of your infamy. Blush if you can; begone without a blush,
if you can't.'
Martin looked as steadily at his grandfather as if there had been a
dead silence all this time.
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