But, indeed, nearly every one in Monkshaven knew each other; if not enough to speak to, at least enough to be acquainted with the personal appearance and reputation of most of those whom they met in the streets.

It so happened that Mr.Donkin had a favourable opinion of Philip; and perhaps for this reason the latter had a shorter time to wait before he obtained an interview with the head of the house, than many of the clients who came for that purpose from town or country for many miles round.
Philip was ushered in.

Mr.Donkin sate with his spectacles pushed up on his forehead, ready to watch his countenance and listen to his words.
'Good afternoon, Mr.Hepburn!' 'Good afternoon, sir.' Philip hesitated how to begin.

Mr.Donkin became impatient, and tapped with the fingers of his left hand on his desk.

Philip's sensitive nerves felt and rightly interpreted the action.
'Please, sir, I'm come to speak to you about Daniel Robson, of Haytersbank Farm.' 'Daniel Robson ?' said Mr.Donkin, after a short pause, to try and compel Philip into speed in his story.
'Yes, sir.