I took the house as is the subject of present inquiries--though not the honor of being acquainted--and I run Magsman’s Amusements in it thirteen months--sometimes one thing, sometimes another, sometimes nothin particular, but always all the canvases outside. One night, when we had played the last company out, which was a shy company through its raining heavens hard, I was takin a pipe in the one pair back, along with the young man with the toes, which I had taken on for a month (though he never drawed--except on paper), and I heard a kickin at the street door. “Halloa!” I says to the young man, “what’s up?” He rubs his eyebrows with his toes, and he says, “I cant imagine, Mr. Magsman,”--which he never could imagine nothin, and was monotonous company. The noise not leavin off, I laid down my pipe, and I took up a candle, and I went down and opened the door. I looked out into the street; but nothin could I see, and nothin was I aware of, until I turned round quick, because some creeter run between my legs into the passage. There was Mr. Chops! “Magsman,” he says, “take me on the hold terms, and you’ve got me; if it’s done, say done!” I was all of a maze, but I said, “Done, sir.” “Done to your done, and double done!” says he. “Have you got a bit of supper in the house?” Bearin in mind them sparklin warieties of foreign drains as we’d guzzled away at in Pall Mall, I was ashamed to offer him cold sassages and gin-and-water; but he took ’em both and took ’em free; havin a chair for his table, and sittin down at it on a stool, like hold times,--I all of a maze all the while. It was arter he had made a clean sweep of the sassages (beef, and to the best of my calculations two pounds and a quarter), that the wisdom as was in that little man began to come out of him like perspiration. “Magsman,” he says, “look upon me?--You see afore you one as has both gone into society, and come out.” “O, you _are_ out of it, Mr. Chops? How did you get out, sir?” “SOLD OUT!” says he. You never saw the like of the wisdom as his Ed expressed, when he made use of them two words. “My friend Magsman, I’ll impart to you a discovery I’ve made. It’s wallable; it’s cost twelve thousand five hundred pound; it may do you good in life. The secret of this matter is, that it ain’t so much that a person goes into society, as that society goes into a person.” Not exactly keeping up with his meanin, I shook my ed, put on a deep look, and said, “You’re right there, Mr. Chops.” “Magsman,” he says, twitchin me by the leg, “society has gone into me to the tune of every penny of my property.” I felt that I went pale, and though not naturally a bold speaker, I couldn’t hardly say, “Where’s Normandy?” “Bolted,--with the plate,” said Mr. Chops. “And t’other one?”--meaning him as formerly wore the bishop’s mitre. “Bolted,--with the jewels,” said Mr. Chops. I sat down and looked at him, and he stood up and looked at me.