He added:
"I think that'll do until to-morrow!"
He got hold of my boot.
"This filthy counter. That's what's the matter. If only there was a way...."
"Of doing what?"
"With some scissors.... I've got some of them too, in my housewife."
Another journey. When he had got back and adjusted his eye-glass he set to work to snip and shape. Particles of leather kept falling.
"You're not spoiling it?"
"Don't you worry! I'm an adept at this sort of thing!"
He had finished.