"Run up again to let you know Fuller's there, Sir Julian. I thought I'd let you know, so I ran up again."
"Right. See you at the meeting, I suppose, Cooper?"
"Yes, Sir Julian. I think I've always attended every meeting since we first opened here. Half-past eleven, the meeting this morning; that gives me just half an hour. I leave you here, then, and turn off to the locker room.... Dear me, a sneeze is coming: now, can I get at a handkerchief in time?"
They left him rehearsing the procedure of his sneeze in a sub-audible manner.
"That boy always reminds me of a curate," said Sir Julian unkindly.
In the ground-floor room where the Supervisor sat intrenched behind an enormous table piled with papers, the subject of the vacant post of Lady Superintendent was embarked upon.
"The girl I wrote to you about from London, Sir Julian, is practically a lady," said Fuller, in a very earnest manner, fixing a pair of black, straight-gazing eyes on his chief. "In a general way, I wouldn't have a girl who is a lady on the staff for anything you could offer me, but this one has had three years' experience in Southampton Row, and has the highest testimonials, and certificates for shorthand and typewriting and a diploma for French."
"What salary does she want?" said Mark Easter.
"She'd take the figure we decided on, because she wants to come to the west of England."
"A hundred-and-twenty and exes?"