“And you think you would suit us?”
“I’d try, sir,” said I.
“Do you know what our work is?” said Mr Barnacle.
“No, sir, not exactly,” I replied.
“Generally speaking,” mildly put in Mr Merrett, “you’ve a sort of idea.”
“Yes,” said I, not quite sure whether I was telling the truth or not.
Mr Barnacle touched his bell, and the clerk appeared.
“Bring me the invoice-book, Doubleday.”
Mr Doubleday returned directly with a large account-book, which he deposited on the table before the junior partner.
Mr Barnacle pushed it towards me.