My reason for so doing will be at once apparent to you"-- I don't know that it will be, by the bye,' said Martin, breaking off, 'for he's slow of comprehension, poor fellow; but he'll find it out in time.

My reason simply is, that I don't want my letters to be read by other people; and particularly by the scoundrel whom he thinks an angel.' 'Mr Pecksniff again ?' asked Mary.
'The same,' said Martin '-- will be at once apparent to you.

I have completed my arrangements for going to America; and you will be surprised to hear that I am to be accompanied by Mark Tapley, upon whom I have stumbled strangely in London, and who insists on putting himself under my protection'-- meaning, my love,' said Martin, breaking off again, 'our friend in the rear, of course.' She was delighted to hear this, and bestowed a kind glance upon Mark, which he brought his eyes down from the fog to encounter and received with immense satisfaction.

She said in his hearing, too, that he was a good soul and a merry creature, and would be faithful, she was certain; commendations which Mr Tapley inwardly resolved to deserve, from such lips, if he died for it.
'"Now, my dear Pinch,"' resumed Martin, proceeding with his letter; '"I am going to repose great trust in you, knowing that I may do so with perfect reliance on your honour and secrecy, and having nobody else just now to trust in."' 'I don't think I would say that, Martin.' 'Wouldn't you?
Well! I'll take that out.

It's perfectly true, though.' 'But it might seem ungracious, perhaps.' 'Oh, I don't mind Pinch,' said Martin.