man in velveteen shorts and a very tall hat; who came bursting up the stairs, and straight into the chambers of Mr. Chuzzlewit, as if he were deranged.
"Is there anybody here that knows him!" cried the little man. "Is there anybody here that knows him? Oh, my stars, is there anybody here that knows him!"
They looked at each other for an explanation; but nobody knew anything more than that here was an excited little man with a very tall hat on, running in and out of the room as hard as he could go; making his single pair of bright blue stockings appear at least a dozen; and constantly repeating, in a shrill voice, "Is there anybody here that knows him?"
"If your brains is not turned topjy turjey, Mr. Sweedlepipes!" exclaimed another voice, "hold that there nige of yourn, I beg you, Sir."
At the same time, Mrs. Gamp was seen in the doorway; out of breath from coming up so many stairs, and panting fearfully; but dropping curtseys to the last.
"Excuge the weakness of the man," said Mrs. Gamp, eyeing Mr. Sweedlepipe, with great indignation; "and well I might expect it, as I should have know'd, and wishin he was drownded in the Thames afore I had brought him here, which not a blessed hour ago he nearly shaved the noge off from the father of as lovely a family as ever, Mr. Chuzzlewit, was born three sets of twins, and would have done it, only he see it a goin in the glass, and dodged the rager. And never, Mr. Sweedlepipes, I do assure you, Sir, did I so well know what a misfortun it was to be acquainted with you, as now I do, which so I say, Sir, and I don't deceive you!"
"I ask your pardon, ladies and gentlemen all," cried the little barber, taking off his hat, "and yours too, Mrs. Gamp. But—but," he added this, half-laughing and half-crying, "Is there anybody here that knows him!"
As the barber said these words, a something in top-boots, with its head bandaged up, staggered into the room, and began going round and round and round, apparently under the impression that it was walking straight forward.
"Look at him!" cried the excited little barber. "Here he is! That'll soon wear off, and then he 'll be all right again. He's no more dead than I am. He's all alive and hearty. Ain't you, Bailey?"
"R—r—reether so, Poll!" replied that gentleman.
"Look here!" cried the little barber, laughing and crying in the same breath. "When I steady him he comes all right. There! He's all right now. Nothing's the matter with him now, except that he's a little shook and rather giddy; is there, Bailey?"
"R—r—reether shook, Poll—reether so!" said Mr. Bailey. "What, my lovely Sairey! There you air!"
"What a boy he is!" cried the tender-hearted Poll, actually sobbing over him. "I never see such a boy! It's all his fun. He's full of it. He shall go into the business along with me. I am determined he shall. We 'll make it Sweedlepipe and Bailey. He shall have the sporting-branch (what a one he 'll be for the matches!) and me the shavin'. I 'll make over the birds to him as soon as ever he's well enough. He shall
