The maid eyed him critically, and concluded, from his garb, to leave him standing in the hall.
Mr. Ivison left his guests in the parlor and came out, annoyed at the interruption.
"Well, what do you wish, sir?" he said, in a tone that was far from being encouraging, at the same time gaining an unfavorable impression from Haldane's dress.
"In the evening paper you advertised for more hands in your factory. I wish employment."
"Are you drunk, or crazy, that you thus apply at my residence?" was the harsh reply.
"Neither, sir; I—"
"You are very presuming, then."
"You would not employ me if I came in the morning."
"What do you mean? Who are you?"
"I am at least human. Can you give one or two moments to the consideration of my case?"