As his voice and costume indicated, he belonged to the great order of minor clerks, and would probably go dinnerless on the morrow to pay for this evening's festival.

The waiter overawed him, and after a good deal of bungling, with anxious consultation of his companion's appetite, he ordered something, the nature of which was but dimly suggested to him by its name.

Having accomplished this feat he at once became hilarious, and began to eat large quantities of dry bread.
Quite without false modesty in the matter of eating and drinking, Polly made a hearty supper.

Christopher ate without consciousness of what was before him, and talked ceaselessly of his good fortune in getting a berth at Swettenham's, the great house of Swettenham Brothers, tea merchants.
"An enormous place--simply enormous! What do you think they pay in rent ?--three thousand eight hundred pounds a year! Could you believe it?
Three thousand eight hundred pounds! And how many people do you think they employ?
Now just guess, do; just make a shot at it!" "How do I know?
Two or three hundred, I dessay." Christopher's face shone with triumph.
"One thousand--three hundred--and forty-two! Could you believe it ?" "Oh, I dessay," Polly replied, with her mouth full.
"Enormous, isn't it?
Why, it's like a town in itself!" Had his own name been Swettenham he could hardly have shown more pride in these figures.

When Polly inquired how much _they_ made a year he was unable to reply with exactitude, but the mere thought of what such a total must be all but overcame him.