It was not for him to acquaint this young countryman with the necessities of London life.
He turned away and took up a bundle of letters.
"Can't say, I'm sure, what the governor expects," he replied, falsely.

"You'll have to do the best you can, I suppose.

Better get on with those invoices now." Once more the office resounded to the hum of its varied labors.

Mr.
Jarvis, dictating letters to a typist, smiled occasionally as he pictured the arrival of this over-favored young man in the drawing-room of Mrs.Weatherley, attired in the nondescript fashion which his words had suggested.

One or two of the clerks ventured upon a chaffing remark.