"Never! never!"
"It has been written in the book! 'Dismissal—B. B.!' I know the eyes that have seen it."
"That's not the way they do it at all," said Crocker, who was altogether confused.
"It has been written in the book, Sam; and I know that they never go back from that."
"Who wrote it? Nothing has been written. There isn't a book;—not at least like that. Tribbledale has invented it."
"Oh, Sam, why did you tear those papers;—Her Majesty's Mail papers? What else was there to expect? 'Dismissal—B. B.;' Why did you do it,—and you engaged to a young woman? No;—don't come nigh to me. How is a young woman to go and get herself married to a young man, and he with nothing to support her? It isn't to be thought of. When I heard those words, 'Dismissal—B. B.,' I thought my very heart would sink within me."
"It's nothing of the kind," said Crocker.
"What's nothing of the kind?"
"I ain't dismissed at all."
"Oh, Sam; how dare you?"