.
This turned the laugh against Doubleday, and I, despite my bashfulness,
was indiscreet enough to join in it.
Mr Doubleday was greatly incensed.
"Get on with your work, do you hear? you young cad!" he cried. "Do you
suppose we pay you eight bob a week to sit there and grin? How many
accounts have you checked, I'd like to know?"
"Six," I said, nervously, quite uneasy at Mr Doubleday's sudden
seriousness.
"Six in two hours--that's three an hour."
"Quite right; not bad for Dubbs, that, is it, Crow?" put in Wallop.
"No. He's reckoned it up right this time."
"I wish _you'd_ reckon it up right now and then," retorted Doubleday.
"How about the change out of those two handkerchiefs?"
"There is no change," said Crow, sulkily; "they were sixpence each."
"What's the use of saying that, when they are stuck up fourpence-
halfpenny each in the window, you young thief?"
"You can get them yourself, then," replied the injured Crow. "I'll go
no more jobs for you--there! I'm not the junior now, and I'm hanged if
I'll put up with it."
"You'll probably be hanged, whether you put up with it or not," was Mr
Doubleday's retort, who, apparently desirous to change the conversation,
suddenly rounded on me, as I was looking up and listening to the
edifying dialogue.
"Now then, young Batchelor, dawdling again. Upon my word I'll speak to
Mr Barnacle about you. Mind, I mean what I say."
"You'd better look-out, young turnip-top, I can tell you," growled Crow;
"when Dubbs means what he says, it's no joke, I can tell you."
On the whole my first afternoon's work at Merrett, Barnacle, and
Company's was somewhat distracting, and by the time half-past six
arrived I felt I had not accomplished quite as much as I had intended.
My first care on rejoining Jack was to sound him as to the possibility
of his coming to lodge at Mrs Nash's. To my delight he anticipated me
by inquiring, "Have you got any place to lodge, Fred?"
"Yes," said I, "and I only wish you'd come there too, Jack."
"Whereabouts is it?" he asked.
"Mrs Nash's, at Beadle Square. But you will come, won't you?"
"Perhaps there's not room."
"Oh yes," said I, taking upon myself to assert what I did not know,
"there is. Come along, old man, it'll make all the difference if we get
together."
"How much is it?" asked Jack, doubtfully.
"Come along, and we'll ask," said I, dragging him along.
He came, and together we bearded Mrs Nash in her den.
|