Eh ?' 'Unanimity, my good sir,' rejoined Mr Pecksniff, 'is always delightful.' 'I don't know about that,' said the old man, 'for there are some people I would rather differ from than agree with.

But you know my opinion of you.' Mr Pecksniff, still having 'hypocrite' in his mind, only replied by a motion of his head, which was something between an affirmative bow, and a negative shake.
'Complimentary,' said Anthony.

'Complimentary, upon my word.

It was an involuntary tribute to your abilities, even at the time; and it was not a time to suggest compliments either.

But we agreed in the coach, you know, that we quite understood each other.' 'Oh, quite!' assented Mr Pecksniff, in a manner which implied that he himself was misunderstood most cruelly, but would not complain.
Anthony glanced at his son as he sat beside Miss Charity, and then at Mr Pecksniff, and then at his son again, very many times.