The barber was leaning over the stove, removing a can of boiling water from the fire to the hob.

He turned at the sound of Seaton's step and revealed an ugly countenance, rendered sinister by a squint.
Seaton dropped into a chair and said, "I want my beard taken off." The man looked at him, if it could be called looking at him, and said dryly, "Oh, do ye?
How much am I to have for that job ?" "You know your own charge." "Of course I do.

Threepence a chin." "Very well.

Be quick then." "Stop a bit.

That is my charge to working folk.