So when the day was over, he bade a friendly good-night to John Graves with the remark:
"I guess I can get along by myself now, John, but I hope to see you sometimes."
"Good-night, Paul. I hope you will get along with the book-keeper."
"I will try to," answered Paul. "That is, I will do all I can reasonably be expected to, but I shall not allow him to run over me."
"He'll make the attempt, you may be sure of that."
"By the way, John, do you mind telling me how much pay you have received—how much a week, I mean?"
"Four dollars a week for the first six months. Then I was promoted to five, though the book-keeper tried hard to prevent it."
"If you had been his nephew it would have been different."
"Oh, he would have given Julius five dollars, perhaps six, to start with."
"Very likely."