It was broad daylight; and when he admitted Sarah at last, with the breakfast-tray, she told him she had been up and down fifty times, trying to make him hear. Sarah was given to a little exaggeration at times.
"It was all very well for a gent like he," she said, "but there was her a-slavin' and a-toilin', and all the rest of it."
"Well, well, my dear," he cut in, "I'm awfully sorry, I assure you."
Sarah stopped right in the centre of the room, still holding the tray, and looked at him.
"What!" she cried. "Ye ain't a-going to marry me then, young man! What are ye my-dearing me for?"
"No, Sarah," replied Archie, laughing; "I'm not going to marry you; but I've hopes of a good situation, and——"
"Is that all?" Sarah dumped down the tray, and tripped away singing.
Archie's interview with the advertiser was of a most satisfactory character. He did not like the street, it was too new and out of the way; but then it would be a beginning.
He did not like his would-be employer, but he dared say he would improve on acquaintance. There was plenty in the shop, though the place was dingy and dirty, and the windows small. The spiders evidently had fine times of it here, and did not object to the smell of drugs. He was received by Mr. Glorie himself in a little back sanctum off the little back shop.
The premium for apprenticing Archie was rather more than the young man could give; but this being explained to the proprietor of these beautiful premises, and owner of all the spiders, he graciously condescended to take half. Archie's salary—a wretched pittance—was to commence at once after articles were signed; and Mr. Glorie promised to give him a perfect insight into the drug business, and make a man of him, and "something else besides," he added, nodding to Archie in a mysterious manner.