"You know," said Mrs. Thompson, "Mr. Bence is not fighting us. He is only carrying out his own system."
"Yes," said Mears, "we are acquainted with his system, ma'am."
"Then I think that no more need be said. We are quite prepared for any opposition—or competition."
"Quite, ma'am."
"Then I won't detain you, Mr. Mears."
"Good morning, Mr. Mears," said Bence politely. But Mr. Mears only grunted at him.
"What a sterling character," said Bence, as soon as Mr. Mears had closed the glass door. "One of the good old school, isn't he? I do admire that sort of dignified trustworthy personage. Gives the grand air to an establishment.... But then if it comes to that, I admire all your people, Mrs. Thompson;" and he wound up this morning call with sycophantically profuse compliments. "Your staff strikes me as unique. I don't know where you get 'em from. You seem to spot merit in the twinkling of an eye.... But I have trespassed more than sufficient. I see you wish to get back to your desk. Good morning, Mrs. Thompson. Ever your humble servant;" and Mr. Bence bowed himself out.