Then you'd see how you looked behind.

Ha-ha-hah! Never enjoyed an evening so much in my life! A looking-glass for their pockets! ha! ha!--hooh!" Luckily the farce demanded laughter, or those parts of the pit which had not known Braintop would have been indignant.

Mr.Pole became more and more possessed by the fun, as the contrast of Braintop's abject humiliation with this glaring testimony to his conceit tickled him.
He laughed till he complained of hunger.

Emilia, though she thought it natural that Braintop should carry a pocket-mirror if he pleased, laughed from sympathy; until Braintop, reduced to the verge of forbearance, stood up and remarked that, to perform the mission entrusted to him, he must depart immediately.

Mr.Pole was loth to let him go, but finally commending him to a good supper, he sighed, and declared himself a new man.
"Oh! what a jolly laugh! The very thing I wanted! It's worth hundreds to me.