On the door-step he paused, turned, and made a comical grimace.
"Figures on a day like this! Don't start pitying me, too, or I'll never go!"
He was out of the gate.
At lunch time he observed to Nell:—
"Suppose I get the sack?"
"I could almost wish it, twin."
He laughed.
"Never did man be burdened with such a degenerate twin! Well, old Tellbridge wants to speak to me this afternoon! In the manager's room, Nell!"
"A rise!" she ejaculated.
"Or a fall! I was showing the chaps how to play handball. We'd cleared the room a bit. Tellbridge came in. Lord, he did swell! I thought it was a good thing we'd cleared the room. He asked a few questions—with bland edges to them—and he wants to see me at half-past two in his room."