"I am."
"Lor bless you, sir, that's the way with me. If I sees a indiwidal once, and knows 'em, I knows 'em again."
"It's a capital faculty, Mr. Beadle. But my friend, Mr. Crotchet, here, will just go down with you through the vaults to make sure that the fire in Todd's house has in no way connected with this. We don't want to burn down the church."
"Burn down the church, sir? Oh, conwulsions! Me go down into the vaults with this gentleman? Bless you, sir, I should only obstructify him in the discharge of his duty. I couldn't think of doing it, I assure you, sir. He can go by himself, you see, and then he will have the advantage of nobody to contradict him."
"I'd rather go without him, Sir Richard," said Crotchet, who was the gentleman. "He's only a idiot!"
The beadle marched up to Crotchet, until he got within about two inches of that gentleman's nose, and then slowly shaking his head to and fro, he said—
"Did you call me a hidiot?"
"Yes, I did."
"You did? Now, young man, mind what you say, because if you call me a hidiot, I shall be bound to do—"
"What?"