I shall want to write to you." Walter Hine still hesitated.
"You won't peach to Garratt Skinner about the allowance, eh ?" "My dear fellow!" said Mr.Jarvice.He was more hurt than offended.

"To put it on the lowest ground, what could I gain ?" Walter Hine wrote down the address, and at once the clerk appeared at the door and handed Jarvice a card.
"I will see him," said Jarvice, and turning to Hine: "Our business is over, I think." Jarvice opened a second door which led from the inner office straight down a little staircase into the street.

"Good-by.

You shall hear from me," he said, and Walter Hine went out.
Jarvice closed the door and turned back to his clerk.
"That will do," he said.
There was no client waiting at all.

Mr.Jarvice had an ingenious contrivance for getting rid of his clients at the critical moment after they had come to a decision and before they had time to change their minds.