"Mr. Walton, if you please," said Maurice, with dignity.
"Don't we feel big this morning, Mr. Walton?" said Tom, mischievously.
"Do you mean to insult me?"
"Wouldn't think of such a thing, Mr. Walton. My name is Mr. Grey."
Maurice didn't think proper to answer this remark—perhaps because he had nothing in particular to say. He opened the warehouse, and Tom entered.
"I don't know what made Mr. Ferguson take you," he said, amiably.
"Nor I," said Tom; "particularly as he had your valuable services."
"Very likely he took you out of charity," said Maurice.
"Did he take you out of charity?" asked Tom, innocently—"Mr. Walton?"
"How dare you speak of me in that way?" demanded Maurice, haughtily.