"I sent for you, Leo," replied André, when he had waited long enough after the entrance of the boy to enable us to describe the youth, and himself to dispose of the overplus of fried sausage in his mouth, so that he could utter the words; "Mr. Checkynshaw spoke to me about you. He wishes to see you at half past two o'clock."
"Mr. Checkynshaw!" exclaimed Leo, wondering what the head of the well-known banking house could want with an individual so insignificant as himself.
"He wants a boy."
"Does he want me?"
"I suppose he does."
"But, father, I shall lose my medal if I leave school now," added Leo.
"You must not leave now; but you can see Mr. Checkynshaw, and explain the matter to him. He is a great man, and when you want a place, he may be able to help you."
"The cat may look at the king, and I will go and see him; but I don't see what good it will do. Fitz Wittleworth is there."
"He is to be discharged," quietly added André, as he deposited half a sausage in his mouth.
"Fitz discharged!" exclaimed Leo, opening his eyes.