"Yes, didn't he? Glad you remember my telling you. Of course it won't make the least difference to you, old man. What I mean is, if anything I hope I shall be able to give you a leg up in all sorts of ways. I've been telling Harold what a frightfully smart man you are, haven't I, Harold?"
Harold smiled assent to this tribute, and Sabre said, "I suppose we shall go on much as before?"
"Oh, rather, old man."
"Harold be working in your room, eh?"
"Yes, that's the idea, for a start, anyway. They're just shoving up a desk for him. Come along in and see how we're fixing it, old man."
"I'll look in presently."
"Righto, old man. Come along, Harold." At the door he turned and said, "Oh, by the way. I want you to show Harold through the work of this side of the business a bit later on."
Sabre looked quickly at him. "You want me to?"
Twyning flushed darkly. "Well, he may as well get the hang of the whole business, mayn't he? That's what I mean."
"Oh, certainly he should. I quite agree. Send him along any time you like."