"Ah! I know, I know!" muttered Lazarus, rubbing his hands together; "well, well, can you keep books?"
"Yes, I have been accustomed to do so."
"Are you honest?"
Keith laughed.
"I'm generally considered so."
"He, he! that's not saying much. What wages do you want?"
"Three pounds a week," said Stewart modestly.
"Oh, my dear, my dear, what a large sum; say two, my dear, two pounds, or forty shillings, it's very large; you can save out of two pounds."
"I'm glad you think so," said Keith dryly. "I've got my doubts on the subject; however, beggars must not be choosers, so I agree."
"On trial, mind on trial," muttered the old man cautiously.