“Right—and what do you want?”
“Work, Mr. Matthew Trenchard.”
It was not strange to see a wandering paper maker. The body of these men is small; they know their own value and, being always precious, can count upon making a change with safety. They are sought and a first rate workman need be in no fear of not winning a welcome where hand paper continues to be manufactured.
“What department?” asked Trenchard.
“A vatman, if so be you’re wanting a good one.”
“I’m always wanting a good vatman. We’ve got three of the best in England here.”
“Take me and you’ll have four,” said the man.
Trenchard laughed and looked at him.
“Why are you changing?” he asked.
“Tired of a town. I come from the midlands; but I want to be in the country, and knowing about Dene Works, I thought I’d come down and offer.”