Page 123 - Oliver Twist

Mr. Brownlow smiled; and, turning to Oliver, said that Mr. Grimwig was
an old friend of his, and he must not mind his being a little rough in his

manners; for he was a worthy creature at bottom, as he had reason to know.

’Shall T go downstairs, sir?’ inquired Oliver.

’No,’ replied Mr. Brownlow, ’T would rather you remained here.’

At this moment, there walked into the room: supporting himself by a thick

stick: a stout old gentleman, rather lame in one leg, who was dressed in a
blue coat, striped waistcoat, nankeen breeches and gaiters, and a
broad-brimmed white hat, with the sides turned up with green. A very

small-plaited shirt frill stuck out from his waistcoat; and a very long steel
watch-chain, with nothing but a key at the end, dangled loosely below it.

The ends of his white neckerchief were twisted into a ball about the size of
an orange; the variety of shapes into which his countenance was twisted,
defy description. He had a manner of screwing his head on one side when

he spoke; and of looking out of the corners of his eyes at the same time:
which irresistibly reminded the beholder of a parrot. Tn this attitude, he

fixed himself, the moment he made his appearance; and, holding out a
small piece of orange-peel at arm’s length, exclaimed, in a growling,
discontented voice.

’Look here! do you see this! Tsn’t it a most wonderful and extraordinary

thing that T can’t call at a man’s house but T find a piece of this poor
surgeon’s friend on the staircase? T’ve been lamed with orange-peel once,
and T know orange-peel will be my death, or T’ll be content to eat my own

head, sir!’

This was the handsome offer with which Mr. Grimwig backed and
confirmed nearly every assertion he made; and it was the more singular in
his case, because, even admitting for the sake of argument, the possibility

of scientific improvements being brought to that pass which will enable a
gentleman to eat his own head in the event of his being so disposed, Mr.

Grimwig’s head was such a particularly large one, that the most sanguine
man alive could hardly entertain a hope of being able to get through it at a