The old man overheard, and laughed.
"It's true enough," he said, going before us with the lantern, "that they call me the Lord Chancellor and call my shop Chancery.

And why do you think they call me the Lord Chancellor and my shop Chancery ?" "I don't know, I am sure!" said Richard rather carelessly.
"You see," said the old man, stopping and turning round, "they--Hi! Here's lovely hair! I have got three sacks of ladies' hair below, but none so beautiful and fine as this.

What colour, and what texture!" "That'll do, my good friend!" said Richard, strongly disapproving of his having drawn one of Ada's tresses through his yellow hand.

"You can admire as the rest of us do without taking that liberty." The old man darted at him a sudden look which even called my attention from Ada, who, startled and blushing, was so remarkably beautiful that she seemed to fix the wandering attention of the little old lady herself.

But as Ada interposed and laughingly said she could only feel proud of such genuine admiration, Mr.Krook shrunk into his former self as suddenly as he had leaped out of it.
"You see, I have so many things here," he resumed, holding up the lantern, "of so many kinds, and all as the neighbours think (but THEY know nothing), wasting away and going to rack and ruin, that that's why they have given me and my place a christening.