'Oh! Indeed.

Do me the favour to see to the trunks, if you please, Mr Pinch.' Then Mr Pecksniff descended, and helped his daughters to alight; but neither he nor the young ladies took the slightest notice of Martin, who had advanced to offer his assistance, but was repulsed by Mr Pecksniff's standing immediately before his person, with his back towards him.

In the same manner, and in profound silence, Mr Pecksniff handed his daughters into the gig; and following himself and taking the reins, drove off home.
Lost in astonishment, Martin stood staring at the coach, and when the coach had driven away, at Mr Pinch, and the luggage, until the cart moved off too; when he said to Tom: 'Now will you have the goodness to tell me what THIS portends ?' 'What ?' asked Tom.
'This fellow's behaviour.

Mr Pecksniff's, I mean.

You saw it ?' 'No.