We did not discuss the matter further, but I went down to the office that morning with the letter in my pocket, heartily wishing I could make up my mind what to think of it all as easily as Jack Smith.
One thing, at any rate, was a comfort--I should not see Hawkesbury for two days.
But if I was to be spared the sight of one unwelcome person, I had in store for me another which I little expected.

I was coming with Jack out of the office on the second evening afterwards, after a hard day's work, wondering why my uncle did not write, and sighing inwardly at the prospect of seeing Hawkesbury back next day, when a stranger accosted me in the street.
At least, I thought him a stranger until, standing full in front of him, I saw his face and heard him speak.
"Oh, good evening, Mr Batchelor, sir! The governor's compliments, sir--Mr Shoddy's compliments--and he'll be particularly glad if you'll step round now, sir." I owed Shoddy three pounds, and this summons fell on my ear like a knell.
"Better go," said Jack.
How sick Jack must be of me, thought I, by this time.

Ever since I had been back with him he had been for ever worried either with my health or my debts or my office rows.

I was half tempted to ask him not to come, but I could not bring myself to be sufficiently self-denying.
"What does Mr Shoddy want me for ?" I asked of the assistant as we walked along.
"I believe, sir, between ourselves, it's about your little account, sir.
How do the clothes wear, sir?
Nice stuff that tweed we made them of.
Could do you a very nice suit of the same now, sir, dirt cheap.

Two fifteen to you, and measure the coat.