‘Endeavouring to be anything that’s good, and being it, is, with you, all one.
‘Endeavouring to be anything that’s good, and being it, is, with you, all one. Don’t I know that of old?’ cried Martin, gaily. ‘So! That’s famous! Now I can tell you all my plans as cheerfully as if you were my little wife already, Mary.’
She hung more closely on his arm, and looking upward in his face, bade him speak on.
‘You see,’ said Martin, playing with the little hand upon his wrist, ‘that my attempts to advance myself at home have been baffled and rendered abortive. I will not say by whom, Mary, for that would give pain to us both. But so it is. Have you heard him speak of late of any relative of mine or his, called Pecksniff? Only tell me what I ask you, no more.’
