There was a good thing! Mercy and Charity! And Charity, with her fine strong sense and her mild, yet not reproachful gravity, was so well named, and did so well set off and illustrate her sister! What a pleasant sight was that the contrast they presented; to see each loved and loving one sympathizing with, and devoted to, and leaning on, and yet correcting and counter-checking, and, as it were, antidoting, the other! To behold each damsel in her very admiration of her sister, setting up in business for herself on an entirely different principle, and announcing no connection with over-the-way, and if the quality of goods at that establishment don't please you, you are respectfully invited to favour ME with a call! And the crowning circumstance of the whole delightful catalogue was, that both the fair creatures were so utterly unconscious of all this! They had no idea of it.

They no more thought or dreamed of it than Mr Pecksniff did.

Nature played them off against each other; THEY had no hand in it, the two Miss Pecksniffs.
It has been remarked that Mr Pecksniff was a moral man.

So he was.
Perhaps there never was a more moral man than Mr Pecksniff, especially in his conversation and correspondence.

It was once said of him by a homely admirer, that he had a Fortunatus's purse of good sentiments in his inside.