He looked at Mr Pecksniff now with such
shrewd meaning twinkling in his eyes, that Mr Pecksniff stopped, and
asked him what he was going to say.
'Ecod!' he answered. 'Pecksniff if I knew how you meant to leave your
money, I could put you in the way of doubling it in no time. It wouldn't
be bad to keep a chance like this snug in the family. But you're such a
deep one!'
'Jonas!' cried Mr Pecksniff, much affected, 'I am not a diplomatical
character; my heart is in my hand. By far the greater part of the
inconsiderable savings I have accumulated in the course of--I hope--a
not dishonourable or useless career, is already given, devised, and
bequeathed (correct me, my dear Jonas, if I am technically wrong), with
expressions of confidence, which I will not repeat; and in securities
which it is unnecessary to mention to a person whom I cannot, whom
I will not, whom I need not, name.' Here he gave the hand of his
son-in-law a fervent squeeze, as if he would have added, 'God bless you;
be very careful of it when you get it!'
Mr Jonas only shook his head and laughed, and, seeming to think better
of what he had had in his mind, said, 'No.
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