“If any parties should call on business with me, you may tell them to call to-morrow morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If a gentleman should call, and inquire my price for a consignment of spices, you may say that the lowest figure is ten thousand dollars.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If he should be willing to pay that, you have my authority to close the bargain.”
“Yes, sir.”
Here Mr. Fairchild went out, and Harry was left to himself. When he reflected that he was authorized to close a bargain of so extensive a character, involving property to the amount of ten thousand dollars, he felt considerably raised in his own estimation.
“I might have plodded on in Vernon for fifty years, before having such a responsibility thrown upon me,” he said to himself.
He continued his copying for an hour, when the door opened, and a man entered briskly.
“Is Mr. Fairchild in?” he asked.