The other seemed unsatisfied. “Are you a 'cousin Jack'?”

The dentist grinned. This prejudice against Cornishmen he remembered too.

“No. American.”

“How long sence you mine?”

“Oh, year or two.”

“Show your hends.” McTeague exhibited his hard, callused palms.

“When ken you go to work? I want a chuck-tender on der night-shift.”

“I can tend a chuck. I'll go on to-night.”

“What's your name?”

The dentist started. He had forgotten to be prepared for this.