There is L3 in the cash-box now.
You had better keep it locked up in your desk." I could not help being surprised that he should fix on me of all persons to undertake this responsibility for him during his absence.

It seemed so much more naturally to devolve on its former guardian that I could not help asking, "Don't you think Doubleday had better--" "I prefer you should do it, please," said Hawkesbury, decisively, bustling off to another desk at the same moment, and so cutting short further parley.
So I had nothing for it but to take up the cash-box, and, after making sure it contained exactly the L3 he had mentioned, transfer it to my own desk.
When I told Doubleday that afternoon what had happened he waxed very facetious on the head of it.

He was undoubtedly a little hurt that I should be selected for the charge instead of him.

But we were too good friends to misunderstand one another in the matter.
"I expect he's left it with you because you're a young hand, and he thinks you're sure to make a mess of it.

That would just suit him." "I'll do my best to deprive him of the luxury of putting me right," said I.
"If you do get up a tree," said Doubleday, "I'm your man.