turn to sneer and bully, and ride the high horse.

Thus it will be seen that there was a skeleton in the great
perfumer's house, as the saying is: a worm in his heart's core, and
though to all appearance prosperous, he was really in an awkward
position.

What Mr. Eglantine's relations were with Mr. Walker may be imagined
from the following dialogue which took place between the two
gentlemen at five o'clock one summer's afternoon, when Mr. Walker,
issuing from his chambers, came across to the perfumer's shop:--

"Is Eglantine at home, Mr. Mossrose?" said Walker to the foreman,
who sat in the front shop.

"Don't know--go and look" (meaning go and be hanged); for Mossrose
also hated Mr. Walker.

"If you're uncivil I'll break your bones, Mr. AMOS," says Mr.
Walker, sternly.

"I should like to see you try, Mr. HOOKER Walker," replies the
undaunted shopman; on which the Captain, looking several tremendous
canings at him, walked into the back room or "studio."

"How are you, Tiny my buck?" says the Captain. "Much doing?"

"Not a soul in town. I 'aven't touched the hirons all day," replied
Mr. Eglantine, in rather a desponding way.