Give me your hand, sir: you are now twelfth clerk of this Association, and your salary is consequently increased five pounds a year.

How is your worthy mother, sir--your dear and excellent parent?
In good health I trust?
And long--long, I fervently pray, may this office continue to pay her annuity! Remember, if she has more money to lay out, there is higher interest than the last for her, for she is a year older; and five per cent.

for you, my boy! Why not you as well as another?
Young men will be young men, and a ten-pound note does no harm.

Does it, Mr.Abednego ?" "Oh, no!" says Abednego, who was third clerk, and who was the chap that informed against Swinney; and he began to laugh, as indeed we all did whenever Mr.Brough made anything like a joke: not that they _were_ jokes; only we used to know it by his face.
"Oh, by-the-bye, Roundhand," says he, "a word with you on business.

Mrs.
Brough wants to know why the deuce you never come down to Fulham." "Law, that's very polite!" said Mr.Roundhand, quite pleased.
"Name your day, my boy! Say Saturday, and bring your night-cap with you." "You're very polite, I'm sure.