'A razor!' exclaimed Mr Snawley, as they walked into the next box. 'What for?'
'To shave with,' replied Squeers, in a slow and measured tone.
There was not much in these three words, but there must have been something in the manner in which they were said, to attract attention; for the schoolmaster and his companion looked steadily at each other for a few seconds, and then exchanged a very meaning smile. Snawley was a sleek, flat-nosed man, clad in sombre garments, and long black gaiters, and bearing in his countenance an expression of much mortification and sanctity; so, his smiling without any obvious reason was the more remarkable.
'Up to what age do you keep boys at your school then?' he asked at length.
'Just as long as their friends make the quarterly payments to my agent in town
