Hush! Here's Pinch.
Strange, is it not, that the more he likes Pecksniff (if he can like him better than he does), the greater reason one has to like HIM?
Not a word more, or we shall spoil his whole enjoyment.' Tom entered as the words were spoken, with a radiant smile upon his face; and rubbing his hands, more from a sense of delight than because he was cold (for he had been running fast), sat down in his warm corner again, and was as happy as only Tom Pinch could be.

There is no other simile that will express his state of mind.
'And so,' he said, when he had gazed at his friend for some time in silent pleasure, 'so you really are a gentleman at last, John.

Well, to be sure!' 'Trying to be, Tom; trying to be,' he rejoined good-humouredly.

'There is no saying what I may turn out, in time.' 'I suppose you wouldn't carry your own box to the mail now ?' said Tom Pinch, smiling; 'although you lost it altogether by not taking it.' 'Wouldn't I ?' retorted John.

'That's all you know about it, Pinch.
It must be a very heavy box that I wouldn't carry to get away from Pecksniff's, Tom.' 'There!' cried Pinch, turning to Martin, 'I told you so.