Mr.Snape was standing up at his desk, and the first word which greeted Charley's ears was an intimation from that gentleman that Mr.Oldeschole had desired that Mr.Tudor, when he arrived, should be instructed to attend in the board-room.
'Very well,' said Charley, in a tone of great indifference, 'with all my heart; I rather like seeing Oldeschole now and then.

But he mustn't keep me long, for I have to meet my grandmother at Islington at two o'clock;' and Charley, having hung up his hat, prepared to walk off to the Secretary's room.
'You'll be good enough to wait a few minutes, Mr.Tudor,' said Snape.

'Another gentleman is with Mr.Oldeschole at present.

You will be good enough to sit down and go on with the Kennett and Avon lock entries, till Mr.Oldeschole is ready to see you.' Charley sat down at his desk opposite to his friend Scatterall.
'I hope, Mr.Snape, you had a pleasant meeting at evening prayers yesterday,' said he, with a tone of extreme interest.
'You had better mind the lock entries at present, Mr.Tudor; they are greatly in arrear.' 'And the evening meetings are docketed up as close as wax, I suppose.

What the deuce is in the wind, Dick ?' Mr.Scatterall's Christian name was Richard.