Once the iron shutters had closed on Rickman's he felt that he was no more a part of it.

Words could not express his abhorrence of the indecent people who insisted on talking shop out of shop hours.

And Dicky never had any decency.
"Well--it's practically on our hands, d'ye see?
And if your people care to take over the whole lot, I can let you have it pretty reasonably." Rickman's face emptied itself of all expression whatever.
"I say, you are a cool young cuss.

Is this the way you generally do business ?" "I'll think it over." "Wouldn't think too long if I were you.

It ought to go by auction, and it might; only private contract's preferred." "Why preferred ?" "Out of respect for the feelin's of the family." Rickman's eyes were wandering dreamily from the matter in hand.