See, here's a list of our directors, your mother may recognise some of the names.

But beyond your mother and brother don't talk about it yet, as the Corporation is only just starting." Reginald heartily concurred in this caution, and promised to act on it, and then after a friendly farewell hastened back to the _Rocket_ office.
The clock pointed nearly a quarter past two when he entered.
He was not the sort of fellow to slink in when no one was looking.

In fact, he had such a detestation of that sort of thing that he went to the other extreme, and marched ostentatiously past Mr Durfy's table, as though to challenge his observation.
If that was his intention he was not disappointed.
"Oh," said the overseer, with a return of the old sneer, which had been dormant ever since the night Reginald had knocked him down.

"You _have_ come, have you?
And you know the hour, do you ?" "Yes, it's a quarter past two," said Reginald.
"Is it ?" sneered Mr Durfy, in his most offensive way.
"Yes, it is," replied the boy, hotly.
What did he care for Durfy now?
To-morrow in all probability he would have the satisfaction of walking up to that table and saying, "Mr Durfy, I leave here on Saturday," meanwhile he was not disposed to stand any of his insolence.
But he hardly expected what was coming next.
"Very well, then you can just put your hat on your head and go back the way you came, sir." "What do you mean ?" said Reginald, in startled tones.
"Mean?
what I say!" shouted Durfy.

"You're dismissed, kicked out, and the sooner you go the better." So this was the dignified leave-taking to which he had secretly looked forward! Kicked out! and kicked out by Durfy! Reginald's toes tingled at the very thought.
"You've no right to dismiss me for being a few minutes late," said he.
It was Durfy's turn now to be dignified.