She will be glad to see my hand, poor girl, and to hear that Pecksniff is as kind as ever.

I would have asked John Westlock to call and see her, and tell her all about me by word of mouth, but I was afraid he might speak against Pecksniff to her, and make her uneasy.

Besides, they are particular people where she is, and it might have rendered her situation uncomfortable if she had had a visit from a young man like John.

Poor Ruth!' Tom Pinch seemed a little disposed to be melancholy for half a minute or so, but he found comfort very soon, and pursued his ruminations thus: 'I'm a nice man, I don't think, as John used to say (John was a kind, merry-hearted fellow; I wish he had liked Pecksniff better), to be feeling low, on account of the distance between us, when I ought to be thinking, instead, of my extraordinary good luck in having ever got here.

I must have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I am sure, to have ever come across Pecksniff.