"Yes, sir, you told me so. I daresay I shall be very comfortable there."
"And you have not been peeping and prying about, have you?"
"Not at all."
"Not looking even into that cupboard, I suppose, eh? It's not locked, but that's no reason why you should look into it—not that there is any secrets in it; but I object to peeping and prying upon principle."
Todd, as he spoke, advanced towards the cupboard, and Johanna thought that in another moment a discovery would undoubtedly take place of the two officers who were there concealed; and probably that would have been the case, had not the handle of the shop door been turned at that moment, and a man presented himself, when Todd turned quickly, and saw that he was a substantial-looking farmer, with dirty top-boots, as if he had just come off a journey.
"Well, master," said the visitor, "I wants a clean shave."
"Oh," said Todd, not in the best of humours, "it's rather late; but I suppose you would not like to wait till morning, for I don't know if I have any hot water."
"Oh, cold will do."
"Cold? Oh, dear no; we never shave in cold water; and if you must, you must; so sit down, sir, and we will soon settle the business."
"Thank you, thank you. I can't go to bed comfortable without a clean shave, do you see? I have come up from Braintree with beasts on commission, and I'm staying at the Bull's Head, you see."