“You know what the population of London is, I suppose,” said Mr. Podsnap.

The meek man supposed he did, but supposed that had absolutely nothing to do with it, if its laws were well administered.

“And you know; at least I hope you know;” said Mr. Podsnap, with severity, “that Providence has declared that you shall have the poor always with you?”

The meek man also hoped he knew that.

“I am glad to hear it,” said Mr. Podsnap with a portentous air. “I am glad to hear it. It will render you cautious how you fly in the face of Providence.”