"Twenty-eight, sir."
Sir Joseph repeated the words. "How much are you getting?"
"Eight hundred, sir," Denis replied.
Sir Joseph turned sharply on his heel and slightly accelerated his pace across the rug.
"H'm! Well, I propose to make it a thousand," he said thoughtfully.
Denis Malster smiled nervously. "Thank you, Sir Joseph."
"I propose to do this," continued the baronet, "because I think you must be wanting to marry, and because I think it wrong that a man of your age should be prevented from marrying owing to lack of means. D'you understand? Only that!"
"I think it most considerate of you," Denis faltered again.
"Well, that's settled," said Sir Joseph drily. "But," he added, always on tenterhooks of anxiety lest one of his staff should begin to think too much of himself, "I should like you to be quite clear about my reasons for the change. I don't want you to run away with the notion that I am giving you a rise because I am entirely satisfied with your work."
As he said this Sir Joseph resumed his seat, and pulled in his heavy chair as smartly as he was able, with the air of a man who had neatly achieved his object without abandoning the usual safe-guards.