It happened that Mr Pecksniff's glances took a similar direction; but when he became aware of it, he first cast down his eyes, and then closed them; as if he were determined that the old man should read nothing there.
'Jonas is a shrewd lad,' said the old man.
'He appears,' rejoined Mr Pecksniff in his most candid manner, 'to be very shrewd.' 'And careful,' said the old man.
'And careful, I have no doubt,' returned Mr Pecksniff.
'Look ye!' said Anthony in his ear.

'I think he is sweet upon you daughter.' 'Tut, my good sir,' said Mr Pecksniff, with his eyes still closed; 'young people--young people--a kind of cousins, too--no more sweetness than is in that, sir.' 'Why, there is very little sweetness in that, according to our experience,' returned Anthony.

'Isn't there a trifle more here ?' 'Impossible to say,' rejoined Mr Pecksniff.

'Quite impossible! You surprise me.' 'Yes, I know that,' said the old man, drily.

'It may last; I mean the sweetness, not the surprise; and it may die off.