I would write your letters, under your direction.

I would transact your business with people in your pay or employment.

I would,' with a glance and a half-smile at the table, 'arrange your papers--' Mr Boffin rubbed his inky ear, and looked at his wife.
'-- And so arrange them as to have them always in order for immediate reference, with a note of the contents of each outside it.' 'I tell you what,' said Mr Boffin, slowly crumpling his own blotted note in his hand; 'if you'll turn to at these present papers, and see what you can make of 'em, I shall know better what I can make of you.' No sooner said than done.

Relinquishing his hat and gloves, Mr Rokesmith sat down quietly at the table, arranged the open papers into an orderly heap, cast his eyes over each in succession, folded it, docketed it on the outside, laid it in a second heap, and, when that second heap was complete and the first gone, took from his pocket a piece of string and tied it together with a remarkably dexterous hand at a running curve and a loop.
'Good!' said Mr Boffin.

'Very good! Now let us hear what they're all about; will you be so good ?' John Rokesmith read his abstracts aloud.