On a settle to the right a couple of townsmen smoked, listened, and waited their turn with an educated patience.
"Changes, indeed, since you left us, Captain John," the barber began, his razor hovering for the first scrape.
"Wait a moment.

You were about to take hold of me by the nose.
If you do it, I'll run you through.

I thought you'd like to be warned, that's all.

Go on with your chatter." "Certainly, Captain John--'tis merely a habit--" "Break yourself of it." "I will, sir.

But, as I was saying, the changes will astonish you that have been at sea so long.