Mr.Jarvis, who had been unable to restrain his curiosity any longer, brought some letters in for signature.
"If you can spare a moment, sir," he began, apologetically, "there is this little matter of Bland & Company's order.

I have brought the reports with me." Mr.Weatherley felt his feet upon the ground again.

He turned to the papers which his clerk laid before him and gave them his close attention.

When Arnold would have left the room, however, he signed impatiently to him to remain.

As soon as he had given his instructions, and Mr.Jarvis had left the room, he turned once more to Arnold.
"Chetwode," he said, looking at him critically, "you appear to me to be a young man of athletic build." Arnold was quite speechless.
"I mean that you could hold your own in a tussle, eh?
You look strong enough to knock any one down who attempted to take liberties with you." Arnold smiled.
"I dare say I might manage that, sir," he admitted.
"Very well--very well, then," Mr.Weatherley repeated.