"I am sure you would not have wished me to do anything of the sort, would you ?" What Mr.Waddington said was unimportant.

There was very little that he forgot and he was an auctioneer with a low-class clientele and a fine flow of language.

When he had finished, the office-boy was dumb with admiration.

Burton was looking a little pained and he had the shocked expression of a musician who has been listening to a series of discords.
Otherwise he was unmoved.
"Your duty was to let that house," Mr.Waddington wound up, striking the palm of one hand with the fist of the other.

"What do I give you forty-four shillings a week for, I should like to know?
To go and blab trade secrets to every customer that comes along?
If you couldn't get him to sign the lease, you ought to have worked a deposit, at any rate.
He'd have had to forfeit that, even if he'd found out afterwards." "I am sorry," Burton said, speaking in a much lower tone than was usual with him, but with a curious amount of confidence.