About three o'clock he summoned Paul, and said to him:
"You may go to my room, No. 47 H—— street, and ask my landlady to give you a bundle of dirty clothes, which you will carry to the laundry, No. 18 M—— street."
Paul looked at him in astonishment.
"Are the clothes Mr. Bradford's?" he asked.
"No, you little fool, they are mine."
"Then, sir, I must decline to take them. I am in Mr. Bradford's employ, not yours."
"Do you decline to do as I bid you?" gasped Manson, at white heat.
"Yes, sir. I am not employed to do any such work."
"You'll repent this!" exclaimed the book-keeper, mortified and incensed. "It seems you defy my authority."
"No, sir; I shall do whatever you have a right to demand of me."