Wilfrid kept his position for a minute or so; and then, a little piqued, he moved about.

He had inherited the antipathy to the discussion of the money question, and fretted to find it unnecessarily prolonged.
"Shall I come to you on this business another time, sir ?" "No, God bless my soul!" cried his father; "are you going to keep this hanging over me for ever?
Eight hundred, you said." He mumbled: "salary of a chief clerk of twenty years' standing.

Eight: twice four:--there you have it exactly." "Will you send it me in a letter ?" said Wilfrid, out of patience.
"I'll send it you in a letter," assented his father.

Upon which Wilfrid changed his mind.

"I can take a chair, though.