The two men being well used to it, did a great deal in a short time; and Mrs Jarley served out the tin tacks from a linen pocket like a toll-collector's which she wore for the purpose, and encouraged her assistants to renewed exertion.
While they were thus employed, a tallish gentleman with a hook nose and black hair, dressed in a military surtout very short and tight in the sleeves, and which had once been frogged and braided all over, but was now sadly shorn of its garniture and quite threadbare--dressed too in ancient grey pantaloons fitting tight to the leg, and a pair of pumps in the winter of their existence--looked in at the door and smiled affably.

Mrs Jarley's back being then towards him, the military gentleman shook his forefinger as a sign that her myrmidons were not to apprise her of his presence, and stealing up close behind her, tapped her on the neck, and cried playfully 'Boh!' 'What, Mr Slum!' cried the lady of the wax-work.

'Lot! who'd have thought of seeing you here!' ''Pon my soul and honour,' said Mr Slum, 'that's a good remark.

'Pon my soul and honour that's a wise remark.

Who would have thought it! George, my faithful feller, how are you ?' George received this advance with a surly indifference, observing that he was well enough for the matter of that, and hammering lustily all the time.
'I came here,' said the military gentleman turning to Mrs Jarley--''pon my soul and honour I hardly know what I came here for.