"I know nobody," said Todd.
The man chuckled with a hideous grimace, that seemed habitual to him, for he at times indulged in it, when, to all appearance, no subject whatever of hilarity was on the topic, and then he said—
"I come from Fogg."
"Fogg's, not Fogg?"
The man did not at first seem to understand this nice distinction that Todd drew between coming from Fogg's establishment and coming from Fogg himself; but after knitting his brows, and considering a little, he said—
"Oh—ah—I see. No, I don't come from Fogg, confound him, he don't use me well, so I thought I'd come to tell you—"
The shop door opened, and a stout burly-looking man made his appearance. Todd turned upon him, with a face livid with passion, as he said—
"Well, sir, what now?"
"Eh?" said the stout burly man. "Ain't this a barber's shop?"
"To be sure it is; and, once for all, do you want to be shaved, or do you not?"