‘Is anything the matter?’ said Newman Noggs.
‘Matter, sir!’ cried Mr. Lillyvick. ‘The plug of life is dry, sir, and but the mud is left.’
This speech—the style of which Newman attributed to Mr. Lillyvick’s recent association with theatrical characters—not being quite explanatory, Newman looked as if he were about to ask another question, when Mr. Lillyvick prevented him by shaking his hand mournfully, and then waving his own.
‘Let me be shaved!’ said Mr. Lillyvick. ‘It shall be done before Morleena; it is Morleena, isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ said Newman.
‘Kenwigses have got a boy, haven’t they?’ inquired the collector.
Again Newman said ‘Yes.’
‘Is it a nice boy?’ demanded the collector.
‘It ain’t a very nasty one,’ returned Newman, rather embarrassed by the question.
‘Susan Kenwigs used to say,’ observed the collector, ‘that if ever she had another boy, she hoped it might be like me. Is this one like me, Mr Noggs?’