He did not speak; the younger clerks looked up a moment, then went on with their work.

It was clearly packet-day.
The lad remained silent for so long a time, as if his profound respect for the industry he saw before him would not allow him to speak, that Thomas Tray looked up at last, and said, "Well, Sir ?" "May I see Mr.Newt, Sir ?" "In the other room," said Mr.Tray, with his goose-quill in his mouth, nodding his head toward the inner office, and turning over with both hands a solid mass of leaves in his great, odoriferous red Russia book, and letting them gently down--proud of being the author of that clearly-written, massive work, containing an accurate biography of Lawrence Newt's business.
The youth tapped at the glass door.

Mr.Newt said, "Come in," and, when the door opened, looked up, and still holding his pen with the ink in it poised above the paper, he said, kindly, "Well, Sir?
Be short.

It's packet-day." "I want a place, Sir." "What kind of a place ?" "In a store, Sir." "I'm sorry I'm all full.

But sit down while I finish these letters; then we'll talk about it.".