COKESON. I'll speak to the partners, but I don't think they'll take him, under the circumstances. I don't really.
RUTH. He came with me; he's down there in the street. [She points to the window.]
COKESON. [On his dignity] He shouldn't have done that until he's sent for. [Then softening at the look on her face] We've got a vacancy, as it happens, but I can't promise anything.
RUTH. It would be the saving of him.
COKESON. Well, I'll do what I can, but I'm not sanguine. Now tell him that I don't want him till I see how things are. Leave your address? [Repeating her] 83 Mullingar Street? [He notes it on blotting-paper] Good-morning.
RUTH. Thank you.
She moves towards the door, turns as if to speak, but does not, and goes away.
COKESON. [Wiping his head and forehead with a large white cotton handkerchief] What a business! [Then looking amongst his papers, he sounds his bell. SWEEDLE answers it]
COKESON. Was that young Richards coming here to-day after the clerk's place?
SWEEDLE. Yes.