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‘
It
would
be
an
extremely
unpleasant
circumstance
if
he
was
to
bounce
out
suddenly
,
’
said
Brass
.
‘
Keep
the
stairs
clear
.
I
should
be
more
than
a
match
for
him
,
of
course
,
but
I
’
m
the
master
of
the
house
,
and
the
laws
of
hospitality
must
be
respected
.
—
Hallo
there
!
Hallo
,
hallo
!
’
While
Mr
Brass
,
with
his
eye
curiously
twisted
into
the
keyhole
,
uttered
these
sounds
as
a
means
of
attracting
the
lodger
’
s
attention
,
and
while
Miss
Brass
plied
the
hand
-
bell
,
Mr
Swiveller
put
his
stool
close
against
the
wall
by
the
side
of
the
door
,
and
mounting
on
the
top
and
standing
bolt
upright
,
so
that
if
the
lodger
did
make
a
rush
,
he
would
most
probably
pass
him
in
its
onward
fury
,
began
a
violent
battery
with
the
ruler
upon
the
upper
panels
of
the
door
.
Captivated
with
his
own
ingenuity
,
and
confident
in
the
strength
of
his
position
,
which
he
had
taken
up
after
the
method
of
those
hardy
individuals
who
open
the
pit
and
gallery
doors
of
theatres
on
crowded
nights
,
Mr
Swiveller
rained
down
such
a
shower
of
blows
,
that
the
noise
of
the
bell
was
drowned
;
and
the
small
servant
,
who
lingered
on
the
stairs
below
,
ready
to
fly
at
a
moment
’
s
notice
,
was
obliged
to
hold
her
ears
lest
she
should
be
rendered
deaf
for
life
.
Suddenly
the
door
was
unlocked
on
the
inside
,
and
flung
violently
open
.
The
small
servant
flew
to
the
coal
-
cellar
;
Miss
Sally
dived
into
her
own
bed
-
room
;
Mr
Brass
,
who
was
not
remarkable
for
personal
courage
,
ran
into
the
next
street
,
and
finding
that
nobody
followed
him
,
armed
with
a
poker
or
other
offensive
weapon
,
put
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
walked
very
slowly
all
at
once
,
and
whistled
.
Meanwhile
,
Mr
Swiveller
,
on
the
top
of
the
stool
,
drew
himself
into
as
flat
a
shape
as
possible
against
the
wall
,
and
looked
,
not
unconcernedly
,
down
upon
the
single
gentleman
,
who
appeared
at
the
door
growling
and
cursing
in
a
very
awful
manner
,
and
,
with
the
boots
in
his
hand
,
seemed
to
have
an
intention
of
hurling
them
down
stairs
on
speculation
.
This
idea
,
however
,
he
abandoned
.
He
was
turning
into
his
room
again
,
still
growling
vengefully
,
when
his
eyes
met
those
of
the
watchful
Richard
.
‘
Have
you
been
making
that
horrible
noise
?
’
said
the
single
gentleman
.
‘
I
have
been
helping
,
sir
,
’
returned
Dick
,
keeping
his
eye
upon
him
,
and
waving
the
ruler
gently
in
his
right
hand
,
as
an
indication
of
what
the
single
gentleman
had
to
expect
if
he
attempted
any
violence
.
‘
How
dare
you
then
,
’
said
the
lodger
,
‘
Eh
?
’
To
this
,
Dick
made
no
other
reply
than
by
inquiring
whether
the
lodger
held
it
to
be
consistent
with
the
conduct
and
character
of
a
gentleman
to
go
to
sleep
for
six
-
and
-
twenty
hours
at
a
stretch
,
and
whether
the
peace
of
an
amiable
and
virtuous
family
was
to
weigh
as
nothing
in
the
balance
.
‘
Is
my
peace
nothing
?
’
said
the
single
gentleman
.
