When Joseph, in changed dress, once more appeared, only a child or two lingered to see him, and he had nothing to do but sit down and, as far as he felt at liberty to do so, answer his assistant's questions.
During the recital, Raoul was obliged to exercise the severest self-restraint to avoid laughing,--a feeling which was modified by the desire to assure his employer that he understood this sort of thing perfectly, had run the same risks himself, and thought no less of a man, _providing he was a gentleman_, because of an unlucky retributive knock on the head.

But he feared laughter would overclimb speech; and, indeed, with all expression of sympathy stifled, he did not succeed so completely in hiding the conflicting emotion but that Joseph did once turn his pale, grave face surprisedly, hearing a snuffling sound, suddenly stifled in a drawer of corks.

Said Raoul, with an unsteady utterance, as he slammed the drawer: "H-h-dat makes me dat I can't 'elp to laugh w'en I t'ink of dat fool yesse'dy w'at want to buy my pigshoe for honly one 'undred dolla'-- ha, ha ha, ha!" He laughed almost indecorously.
"Raoul," said Frowenfeld, rising and closing his eyes, "I am going back for my hat.

It would make matters worse for that person to send it to me, and it would be something like a vindication for me to go back to the house and get it." Mr.Innerarity was about to make strenuous objection, when there came in one whom he recognized as an attache of his cousin Honore's counting-room, and handed the apothecary a note.

It contained Honore's request that if Frowenfeld was in his shop he would have the goodness to wait there until the writer could call and see him.
"I will wait," was the reply..