That is very likely. I can imagine a mind like yours deriving great
satisfaction from any measure of that kind. But while I continue to be
called upon to exist, sir, you must strike at him through me. Awe!' said
Mr Pecksniff, shaking his head at Martin with indignant jocularity; 'and
in such a cause you will find me, my young sir, an Ugly Customer!'
Still Martin looked steadily and mildly at his grandfather. 'Will you
give me no answer,' he said, at length, 'not a word?'
'You hear what has been said,' replied the old man, without averting his
eyes from the face of Mr Pecksniff; who nodded encouragingly.
'I have not heard your voice. I have not heard your spirit,' returned
Martin.
'Tell him again,' said the old man, still gazing up in Mr Pecksniff's
face.
'I only hear,' replied Martin, strong in his purpose from the first, and
stronger in it as he felt how Pecksniff winced and shrunk beneath his
contempt; 'I only hear what you say to me, grandfather.'
Perhaps it was well for Mr Pecksniff that his venerable friend found
in his (Mr Pecksniff's) features an exclusive and engrossing object
of contemplation, for if his eyes had gone astray, and he had compared
young Martin's bearing with that of his zealous defender, the latter
disinterested gentleman would scarcely have shown to greater advantage
than on the memorable afternoon when he took Tom Pinch's last receipt
in full of all demands.
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