"Are you sure you have none?"
"Quite sure, sir."
"Then I won't occupy your shop and read your Courant for nothing, and as I am here I will have a shave."
"That's very kind of you, sir," said Todd. "Very kind."
"Not at all," said the gentleman, taking up the paper again with all the coolness in the world. "Not at all. Don't mention it, I always like to carry out the moral maxim of—Do unto others as you would that others should do unto you."
"How charming!" exclaimed Todd, lifting up his hands, in one of which was the razor. "How charming it is in this indifferent and selfish age to meet with any one who is so charitable as to do more than merely speak of such a sentiment as a curiosity in morals."
"You are above your condition as regards education," said the clerical-looking gentleman.
"Why, to tell the truth, sir—"
"Psha!" said he who was being or rather not being shaved—"psha! And all this while the very soap is drying upon my face."
"A thousand pardons," said Todd.