Look at Donald, with the corners of his mouth drawn back, and his eyes twinkling as he nods at you and answers Ay, or shakes his head as he says Na, na; and you will be convinced that he is compromised neither by the one nor the other.
At market the resemblance is perfect.
He strolls into the stall as if he did not want anything more than a look round. He examines the goods with a most indifferent eye, turns them over and over, and finds fault with them. He seems to say to the stall-keeper:
"You certainly could not have the impudence to ask a good price for such stuff as this."
If he buys, he pays with a protest.
When he pockets cash, on the contrary, admire the rapidity of the proceeding.
I one day heard a Norman, who had just been profiting by being in town on market-day to get shaved, say to the barber, with the most innocent air in the world:
"My word, I'm very sorry not to have a penny to give you, but my wife and I have spent all our money; I have only a halfpenny left.... I will owe you till next time."
Compare this Norman with the hero of the following little anecdote which the Scotch tell.
A Scot, who sold brooms, went into a Glasgow barber's shop to get shaved.