Squeers inclined his head as much as to say, "And a remarkably pretty name, too."
The stranger continued. "I have been thinking, Mr. Squeers, of placing my two boys at your school."
"It is not for me to say so, Sir," replied Mr. Squeers, "but I don't think you could possibly do a better thing."
"Hem!" said the other. "Twenty pounds per annewum, I believe, Mr. Squeers?"
"Guineas," rejoined the schoolmaster, with a persuasive smile.
"Pounds for two, I think, Mr. Squeers," said Mr. Snawley solemnly.
"I don't think it could be done, Sir," replied Squeers, as if he had never considered the proposition before. "Let me see; four fives is twenty, double that, and deduct the—well, a pound either way shall not stand betwixt us. You must recommend me to your connection, Sir, and make it up that way."
"They are not great eaters," said Mr. Snawley.
"Oh! that doesn't matter at all," replied Squeers. "We don't consider the boys' appetites at our establishment." This was strictly true; they did not.
"Every wholesome luxury, Sir, that Yorkshire can afford," continued Squeers; "every beautiful moral that Mrs. Squeers can instil; every—in short, every comfort of a home that a boy could wish for, will be theirs, Mr. Snawley."
"I should wish their morals to be particularly attended to," said Mr. Snawley.
"I am glad of that, Sir," replied the schoolmaster, drawing himself up. "They have come to the right shop for morals, Sir."
"You are a moral man yourself;" said Mr. Snawley.
"I rather believe I am, Sir," replied Squeers.
"I have the satisfaction to know you are, Sir," said Mr. Snawley. "I asked one of your references, and he said you were pious."
"Well, Sir, I hope I am a little in that way," replied Squeers.
"I hope I am also," rejoined the other. "Could I say a few words with you in the next box?"
"By all means," rejoined Squeers, with a grin. "My dears, will you speak to your new playfellow a minute or two? That is one of my boys, Sir. Belling his name is,—a Taunton boy that, Sir."
"Is he, indeed?" rejoined Mr. Snawley, looking at the poor little urchin as if he were some extraordinary natural curiosity.
"He goes down with me to-morrow, Sir," said Squeers. "That's his luggage that he is sitting upon now. Each boy is required to bring, Sir, two suits of clothes, six shirts, six pair of stockings, two nightcaps, two pocket-handkerchiefs, two pair of shoes, two hats, and a razor."
"A razor!" exclaimed Mr. Snawley, as they walked into the next box. "What for?"
"To shave with," replied Squeers, in a slow and measured tone.
There was not much in these three words, but there must have been
