This was Mr.Foblins, registry clerk to the great firm.

Mr.Foblins had a brigade of figures in column, and seemed continually busy putting them through a course of tactics known only to the firm.

Mr.Foblins had his customers in column, with the number of shares and the amount invested, in front and rear ranks.
The word "Cashier" was painted over a third desk.

And here a rollicking, talkative little man, with a round fat face, and a round bald head--a sort of fat boy that had been overtaken on the road of life by maturity--and who seemed to have a joke and a pleasant word for everybody, and was in the best of humor with himself, stood counting and re-counting, and passing out and receiving in money.

This was Mr.Books, the merry little man of the establishment.