[Aside.
Toupee. He vas call me—ah, le diable!—block; dis—[Points to his head.] blockhead, oui, blockhead.
Humphry. If you've got a mind, I'll lather him for you.
Toupee. Yes; den I vill lader you for nothing.
Humphry. You lather me for nothing?—I'll lather you for less yet, you barber-looking—
Toupee. No, no; me lader you so.
[Lathers Humphry's face.
Humphry. Oh, with soap-suds, you mean:—I ax pardon, mounsieur; I thought how you was a going for to lather me without soap-suds or razor, as the old proverb is.
Toupee. Dat is no possible, monsieur.
Humphry. I believe not; you shou'd be shav'd as clean as a whistle, if you was; 'faith should you.