"And take your hand off that key! leave it in the lock!" "Why ?" asked I."What cause is there for changing my usual plans ?" "Do as I order," was the answer, "and no questions! You are my servant, obey me! What have you been about-- ?" He was going on in the same breath, when an abrupt pause announced that rage had for the moment got the better of articulation.
"You may look, if you wish to know," I replied.

"There is the open desk, there are the papers." "Confound your insolence! What have you been about ?" "Your work, and have done it well." "Hypocrite and twaddler! Smooth-faced, snivelling greasehorn!" (this last term is, I believe, purely -- --shire, and alludes to the horn of black, rancid whale-oil, usually to be seen suspended to cart-wheels, and employed for greasing the same.) "Come, Edward Crimsworth, enough of this.

It is time you and I wound up accounts.

I have now given your service three months' trial, and I find it the most nauseous slavery under the sun.

Seek another clerk.