“He'd cheat 'em out of their eye teeth if they happened to have any,” said the young man coolly, beginning to pick his teeth with a knife.
Paul began to doubt whether he should like Mr. Smith.
“I say,” said Mr. Benton after a pause, “have you begun to shave yet?”
Paul looked up to see if his companion were in earnest.
“No,” said he; “I haven't got along as far as that. Have you?”
“I,” repeated the young man, a little contemptuously, “of course I have. I've shaved for a year and a half.”
“Do you find it hard shaving?” asked Paul, a little slyly.
“Well, my beard is rather stiff,” said the late BOY, with an important air, “but I've got used to it.”
“Ain't you rather young to shave, Nicholas?” asked Paul.
“Mr. Benton, if you please.”