Ton. No matter what it says: you shall have the business. So, after thanking all here for their kind attention to my business while away, I will retire, as there is only one thing I require,—their kind plaudits.
Crusty. Hold on, Tonsor: there’s something else. Here’s Simper: he’s lost a wife and half his whiskers; I’ve lost a daughter and half mine; so I’ll take the chair.
Heavy. Hold on! hold on! it’s my turn next!
Crusty. Why, you’ve just been railing at barbers and razors and the wickedness of the world: will you put yourself in their hands?
Heavy. To be sure I will. We’re all going to the bad. I’m reconciled, and they can’t hurt me.
Crusty. Well, have your turn; and, after you get through, I’ll see if I can’t have what I came here for.
Ton. What was that, father-in-law?
Crusty. A clean shave.
DISPOSITION OF CHARACTERS.
R., Zeb, Simper, Crusty, Tonsor, Heavy, Mike, L.