“You won’t mend matters by impertinence. It is clear to me that you won’t suit us. I will pay you your wages up to this evening, and you can look for another place.”
“Mr. Fairchild engaged me, Mr. Mullins. It is only right that you should keep me till he returns, and report your objections.”
“I don’t require any instructions from you. You are discharged—do you understand?”
“Yes,” answered Chester, slowly.
“You needn’t wait till evening. Here is your money. Felix will take your place for the present.”
“Yes, Cousin David,” returned Felix, with alacrity.
“I protest against this sudden discharge,” said Chester, “for no fault of my own, Mr. Mullins.”
“You have said enough. I understand my business.”
There was nothing for Chester to do but to accept the dismissal. It took him by surprise, for though he anticipated ill treatment, he had not expected to be discharged.
“Well, Felix,” said the bookkeeper, “you’ve got the place at last.”