Guly ordered some meat to be added to the old man's frugal repast, and then returned to his own table to finish his dinner. The dwarf seemed to dispatch his meal with a fine relish, though interrupting himself in the process of eating, every few minutes, by twisting his crooked body half-way round, and turning his one eye up at Guly, as if to make sure he was there.
The singular appearance of the dwarf, and the ready and gentle assistance rendered him by Guly, had attracted considerable attention, from those who yet lingered over their viands; and when Guly took his seat, a young exqui
site, who occupied a table just at his left, and who had been obliged to use two of his fingers to part his glossy moustache, while he passed in his food with his other hand, now turned round, and regarded him with an impertinent stare.
"I say, Mistar, is that gentleman with crutches yondaw, a brothaw of yours?"
"By the laws of humanity he is, sir."
"Awr! I'm glad to find there's no closaw tie, so I can express my opinion of him. He is a scamp, sah!"
"Indeed! why so?"
"Because he is, sah!"
"You know him?"
"Perfectly well!"