The large and important cashier looked down at his next sheet.
"Fred Pilkington!" he called, quite indifferent.
Mr.Braithwaite was an important shareholder in the firm.
Paul knew his turn was next but one, and his heart began to beat.

He was pushed against the chimney-piece.

His calves were burning.

But he did not hope to get through the wall of men.
"Walter Morel!" came the ringing voice.
"Here!" piped Paul, small and inadequate.
"Morel--Walter Morel!" the cashier repeated, his finger and thumb on the invoice, ready to pass on.
Paul was suffering convulsions of self-consciousness, and could not or would not shout.

The backs of the men obliterated him.