“Laid by cocks, perhaps,” said I, as I undid the towel.
And there I laid open as pretty a sight as one could wish to see—thirty watches, white and yellow, just lovely to behold.
“Are you a wizard, Mr M‘Levy?” said the woman, as she held out her hands; “all that in my house, and me as ignorant of it as a sucking child!”
“I don’t doubt you, Mrs Walker,” said I; “but confess that you think I should be content.”
“Content!” replied she; “I know not what would content you if these didn’t. Just offer them to me, and see whether or not I would be content.”
“But I am not content,” said I; “I want one more.”
“Well, I aye thought you were a reasonable man, Mr M‘Levy.”
“ ‘A WANT SPOILS PERFECTION,’ Mrs Walker,” said I; “and I will not be satisfied till I get this want supplied.”
Rolling up my watches I left the house, and went direct to the Office. Mr Moxey was busy with his letters.
“What?” said he, “here again, James! I thought you had gone to bed.”