"I see you," cried Miss Pecksniff to the ideal inflictor of a runaway knock, "you'll catch it; sir!"—Chap. ii.

Mr. Pecksniff, looking sweetly over the half-door of the par, and into the vista of snug privacy beyond, murmured, "Good evening, Mrs. Lupin"—Chap. iii.

"We will say, if you please," added Mr. Pecksniff, with great tenderness of manner, "that it arises from a cold in the head, or is attributable to snuff, or smelling salts, or onions, or anything but the real cause"—Chap. iii.

Mr. Pecksniff is introduced to a relative by Mr. Tigg—Chap. iv.