And I tell you, sir,' said Mr Pecksniff, towering on tiptoe among the curtains, as if he were literally rising above all worldly considerations, and were fain to hold on tight, to keep himself from darting skyward like a rocket, 'I tell you without fear or favour, that it will not do for you to be unmindful of your grandson, young Martin, who has the strongest natural claim upon you.
It will not do, sir,' repeated Mr Pecksniff, shaking his head.

'You may think it will do, but it won't.

You must provide for that young man; you shall provide for him; you WILL provide for him.

I believe,' said Mr Pecksniff, glancing at the pen-and-ink, 'that in secret you have already done so.

Bless you for doing so.