Take a chair.

Your uncle will be disengaged in 'arf a minute"; and in the tone of his allusion to his employer was the satirical approval that comes with long and faithful service.

"He will do everything himself," he went on, screwing up his sly, greenish, honest eyes, "and he 's not a young man." Shelton never saw his uncle's clerk without marvelling at the prosperity deepening upon his face.

In place of the look of harassment which on most faces begins to grow after the age of fifty, his old friend's countenance, as though in sympathy with the nation, had expanded--a little greasily, a little genially, a little coarsely--every time he met it.

A contemptuous tolerance for people who were not getting on was spreading beneath its surface; it left each time a deeper feeling that its owner could never be in the wrong.
"I hope you're well, sir," he resumed: "most important for you to have your health now you're going-to"-- and, feeling for the delicate way to put it, he involuntarily winked--"to become a family man.