I am not a miser sir, though even that charge is made against me, as I hear, and currently believed.

I have no pleasure in hoarding.

I have no pleasure in the possession of money, The devil that we call by that name can give me nothing but unhappiness.' It would be no description of Mr Pecksniff's gentleness of manner to adopt the common parlance, and say that he looked at this moment as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

He rather looked as if any quantity of butter might have been made out of him, by churning the milk of human kindness, as it spouted upwards from his heart.
'For the same reason that I am not a hoarder of money,' said the old man, 'I am not lavish of it.

Some people find their gratification in storing it up; and others theirs in parting with it; but I have no gratification connected with the thing.