“No, not in any thing of that sort.”
“Well, I can say nothing about it. My Junior will tell you what chances there are.”
“But while I see you personally I should be glad if you would consent to give me a chance. Have you any objection?”
“Oh no. I will mention your case the next time I write, if you wish it. Still I can not control the particular operations of the office. My control is supreme in general matters, and you see it would not be possible for me to interfere with the smaller details.”
“Still you might mention me.”
“I will do so,” said Smithers, and taking out his pocket-book he prepared to write.
“Let me see,” said he, “your Christian name is—what?”
“John—John Potts.”
“John Potts,” repeated the other, as he wrote it down.
Smithers rose. “You may continue to draw on us as before, and any purchases of stock which you wish will be made.”