They had all heard that I was laid up with smallpox, which, as my friend Smith was also ill of the same malady, they all considered as natural on my part, and highly proper. They had, in fact, faced the prospect of getting on without me, and were quite prepared to exist accordingly. The partners, too, had talked the matter over, and come to the decision of advertising again without delay for a new clerk to take my place, and that very morning were intending to draw up the advertisement and send it to the papers.
Under these circumstances I appeared unexpectedly and just as usual on the Hawk Street horizon. No, not just as usual. Had I appeared just as usual, it might have been easier for the company generally to believe that I was really sound, but when my face presented a brilliant combination of most of the colours of the rainbow, the effect was rather sensational.
“Why, if it’s not Batchelor,” exclaimed Doubleday; not, however, advancing open-armed to meet me, but edging towards the far end of the desk, and dexterously insinuating Crow and Wallop between me and his precious person. “Why, we heard you had smallpox.”
“So we thought yesterday,” said I, gravely, half aggravated still that I had been defrauded of that distinction.
“Oh, you did, did you?” said Doubleday, gradually working back to his own seat. “Well, you have got something on your face to show for it; hasn’t he, Wallop?”
“Looks as if he’d been painting up for the South Sea Islands,” observed Wallop.
“That’s rather a showy tint of yellow down his left cheek,” said Crow. “Very fashionable colour just now.”
“Did you lay it on yourself?” said Doubleday, “or did you get any one to help you?”
“Oh,” I said, in as off-hand a manner as I could, “I was having a little box with Whipcord up at the Field-marshal’s. You weren’t there, by the way, Doubleday. Whipcord’s rather a good hand.”
“Is he?” said Doubleday, laughing exuberantly, with Wallop and Crow as chorus. “I would never have supposed that by your face, now; would you, you fellows? It strikes me you got a big box instead of smallpox, eh? Ha, ha!”