he knew a visitor was most likely to be found; passed at once into the room; and stood, without a word of notice or announcement, in the presence of his grandfather.
Mr. Pecksniff also was in the room; and Mary. In the swift instant of their mutual recognition, Martin saw the old man droop his gray head, and hide his face in his hands.
It smote him to the heart. In his most selfish and most careless day, this lingering remnant of the old man's ancient love, this buttress of a ruined tower he had built up in the time gone by, with so much pride and hope, would have caused a pang in Martin's heart. But now, changed for the better in his worst respect; looking through an altered medium on his former friend, the guardian of his childhood, so broken and bowed down; resentment, sullenness, self-confidence, and pride, were all swept away, before the starting tears upon the withered cheeks. He could not bear to see them. He could not bear to think they fell at sight of him. He could not bear to view reflected in them, the reproachful and irrevocable Past.
He hurriedly advanced, to seize the old man's hand in his, when Mr. Pecksniff interposed himself between them.
"No, young man!" said Mr. Pecksniff, striking himself upon the breast, and stretching out his other arm towards his guest as if it were a wing to shelter him. "No Sir. None of that. Strike here Sir, here! Launch your arrows at Me sir, if you'll have the goodness; not at Him!"
"Grandfather!" cried Martin. "Hear me! I implore you, let me speak!"
"Would you Sir! Would you!" said Mr. Pecksniff, dodging about, so as to keep himself always between them. "Is it not enough, Sir, that you come into my house like a thief in the night, or I should rather say, for we can never be too particular on the subject of Truth, like a thief in the day-time; bringing your dissolute companions with you, to plant themselves with their backs against the insides of parlour doors, and prevent the entrance or issuing forth of any of my household;" Mark had taken up this position, and held it quite unmoved; "but would you also strike at venerable Virtue? Would you? Know that it is not defenceless. I will be its shield young man Assail me. Come on Sir. Fire away!"
"Pecksniff," said the old man, in a feeble voice. "Calm yourself. Be quiet."
"I can't be calm," cried Mr. Pecksniff, "and I won't be quiet. My benefactor and my friend! Shall even my house be no refuge for your hoary pillow!"
"Stand aside!" said the old man, stretching out his hand; "and let me see what it is, I used to love so dearly."
"It is right that you should see it, my friend," said Mr. Pecksniff. "It is well that you should see it, my noble Sir. It is desirable that you should contemplate it in its true proportions. Behold it! There it is Sir. There it is!"
Martin could hardly be a mortal man, and not express in his face, something of the anger and disdain, with which Mr. Pecksniff inspired him. But beyond this he evinced no knowledge whatever of that
