"It came from the barber's shop, here. Let's go in, and ask if anything is the matter?"
The man and woman crossed Todd's threshold, and opened the shop door. A glance showed them that a man's face was at a small opening of the parlour door. The shaving chair was empty.
"What's the matter?" said the man.
"With whom?" said Todd.
"Well, I don't know, but I thought somebody cried out."
Todd crept along the floor until he came close to the man, and then he said—
"My friend, have you anything to do?"
"Yes, thank God."
"Then, go and do it; and the next time you hear me cry out with the stomach-ache, ask yourself if it is your business to come in and ask me any questions about it. As for you, ma'am, unless you want to be shaved, I don't know, for the life of me, what you do here."
"Well, we only thought—"