PAWKINS. No; that’s where you put your foot in it. I ain’t a regular hair-dresser for a nobby concern like this. I cuts a little in the common way, but I am chiefly in the easy shaving line.
DE W. I understand, you keep a hair-cutting saloon frequented by gentlemen only.
PAWKINS. I calls it a shop, sir, but if you calls it a s’loon it’s werry kind on you, and I’m much obliged, and if you calls my customers gen’leman, they ought to be werry much obliged to you too.
DE W. (aside) Ha! I wish he had been a little higher in the social scale—but no matter. His wrongs have been extraordinary, society owes him an extraordinary reparation. Mr. Pawkins, I trust Mrs. Pawkins and the children are quite well?
PAWKINS. Mrs. Pawkins and the children—ha, ha, ha! Them’s as well as can be expected.
DE W. I see—a recent increase to the family.
PAWKINS. Recent gammon! Why there ain’t no Mrs. Pawkins—there ain’t even a young un.
DE W. Bless me! (aside) I’m sure Whitewash talked about small children.
WHITEWASH runs in C. from L.