I only had to "buck up." Yet by the time Sanderson sends in his resignation to the King of England, I shall have sent in mine to the King of Hosts.

I moved slightly in my chair, and a twinge of the little pain inside brought a gasp to my throat.

But I felt grateful to it.

It was saving me from an unconscionable deal of worry.

Fancy going to a confounded office every morning like a clerk in the City! I was happier at peace.