He even went to the length of occasionally buying a few sheets of glasspaper with his own money, as Crass had told Hunter.
When the latter came into the room he stood with a sneer on his face, watching Newman for about five minutes before he spoke.

The workman became very nervous and awkward under this scrutiny.
'You can make out yer time-sheet and come to the office for yer money at five o'clock,' said Nimrod at last.

'We shan't require your valuable services no more after tonight.' Newman went white.
'Why, what's wrong ?' said he.

'What have I done ?' 'Oh, it's not wot you've DONE,' replied Misery.

'It's wot you've not done.