“Oh, no; I can get there in twenty minutes.”
“Then what on earth do you want to be called at five o’clock for?”
“I want an hour to myself, Mr. Dix; there is so much I’d like to know.”
“Very well, Nick; I’ll call you.”
“And if I don’t wake,” said he, “please pull me out of bed, will you?”
“I’ll get you up all right.”
“How much a week do you charge, Mr. Dix?” he asked.
“My charge to you,” I said, “will be nothing a week.”
“No,” said he in a tone of decision, “that will not be fair. If I work I want to be paid for it. Please tell me how much?”
“Won’t you let me do it out of a friendly feeling, Nick?”