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‘
Why
you
see
,
’
said
Dick
,
‘
my
name
is
not
Brass
,
and
—
’
‘
Who
said
it
was
?
My
name
’
s
not
Brass
.
What
then
?
’
‘
The
name
of
the
master
of
the
house
is
,
’
said
Dick
.
‘
I
’
m
glad
of
it
,
’
returned
the
single
gentleman
;
‘
it
’
s
a
good
name
for
a
lawyer
.
Coachman
,
you
may
go
.
So
may
you
,
Sir
.
’
Mr
Swiveller
was
so
much
confounded
by
the
single
gentleman
riding
roughshod
over
him
at
this
rate
,
that
he
stood
looking
at
him
almost
as
hard
as
he
had
looked
at
Miss
Sally
The
single
gentleman
,
however
,
was
not
in
the
slightest
degree
affected
by
this
circumstance
,
but
proceeded
with
perfect
composure
to
unwind
the
shawl
which
was
tied
round
his
neck
,
and
then
to
pull
off
his
boots
.
Freed
of
these
encumbrances
,
he
went
on
to
divest
himself
of
his
other
clothing
,
which
he
folded
up
,
piece
by
piece
,
and
ranged
in
order
on
the
trunk
.
Then
,
he
pulled
down
the
window
-
blinds
,
drew
the
curtains
,
wound
up
his
watch
,
and
,
quite
leisurely
and
methodically
,
got
into
bed
.
‘
Take
down
the
bill
,
’
were
his
parting
words
,
as
he
looked
out
from
between
the
curtains
;
‘
and
let
nobody
call
me
till
I
ring
the
bell
.
’
With
that
the
curtains
closed
,
and
he
seemed
to
snore
immediately
.
‘
This
is
a
most
remarkable
and
supernatural
sort
of
house
!
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
as
he
walked
into
the
office
with
the
bill
in
his
hand
.
‘
She
-
dragons
in
the
business
,
conducting
themselves
like
professional
gentlemen
;
plain
cooks
of
three
feet
high
appearing
mysteriously
from
under
ground
;
strangers
walking
in
and
going
to
bed
without
leave
or
licence
in
the
middle
of
the
day
!
If
he
should
be
one
of
the
miraculous
fellows
that
turn
up
now
and
then
,
and
has
gone
to
sleep
for
two
years
,
I
shall
be
in
a
pleasant
situation
.
It
’
s
my
destiny
,
however
,
and
I
hope
Brass
may
like
it
.
I
shall
be
sorry
if
he
don
’
t
.
But
it
’
s
no
business
of
mine
—
I
have
nothing
whatever
to
do
with
it
!
’
Mr
Brass
on
returning
home
received
the
report
of
his
clerk
with
much
complacency
and
satisfaction
,
and
was
particular
in
inquiring
after
the
ten
-
pound
note
,
which
,
proving
on
examination
to
be
a
good
and
lawful
note
of
the
Governor
and
Company
of
the
Bank
of
England
,
increased
his
good
-
humour
considerably
.
Indeed
he
so
overflowed
with
liberality
and
condescension
,
that
,
in
the
fulness
of
his
heart
,
he
invited
Mr
Swiveller
to
partake
of
a
bowl
of
punch
with
him
at
that
remote
and
indefinite
period
which
is
currently
denominated
‘
one
of
these
days
,
’
and
paid
him
many
handsome
compliments
on
the
uncommon
aptitude
for
business
which
his
conduct
on
the
first
day
of
his
devotion
to
it
had
so
plainly
evinced
.
