'Where shall you go?' I asked.
'To my own house.
'Going to hire a housekeeper?
'Going to marry one,' said he.
'That's funny,' I said. We're all to be married—every man of us.
'By Jove!' said McClingan, 'this is a time for congratulation. God save us and grant for us all the best woman in the world.
Chapter 42
For every man he knew and loved Mr Greeley had a kindness that filled him to the fingertips. When I returned he smote me on the breast—an unfailing mark of his favour—and doubled my salary.
'If he ever smites you on the breast,' McClingan had once said to me, 'turn the other side, for, man, your fortune is made.'