_"Now_ do you understand what I did when I got into my new room?
Is Fritz in the business, David?
He'll want a deal of looking after if he is.

Just step this way--I wish to speak to you." He got up again, and taking my arm with a look of great importance, led me a few steps away--but not far enough to be out of sight of my aunt's bell.
"I say," he began, "I've heard they call this place Frankfort.

Am I right ?" "Quite right!" "And there's a business here, like the business in London ?" "Certainly." "And Mistress _is_ Mistress here, like she is in London ?" "Yes." "Very well, then, I want to know something.

What about the Keys ?" I looked at him, entirely at a loss to understand what this last question meant.

He stamped his foot impatiently.
"Do you mean to say, David, you have never heard what situation I held in the London office ?" "Never, Jack!" He drew himself up and folded his arms, and looked at me from the immeasurable height of his own superiority.
"I was Keeper of the Keys in London!" he announced.