"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Can't you waste your time and bring disgrace on a hard-working uncle outside the place where he is known and respected?"
Harry sighed.
"Few of us," he said, "sufficiently respect their uncles. And with such an uncle—ah!"
What more might have passed between them, I know not. Fortunately, at this point, they were summoned to the presence of the chief accountant.
He knew Mr. Bunker and shook hands with him.
"Is this your nephew, Mr. Bunker?" he asked, looking curiously at the very handsome young fellow who stood before him with a careless air.
"Yes; he's my nephew; at least, he says so," said Mr. Bunker surlily. "Perhaps, sir, you wouldn't mind telling him what you want, and letting him go. Then we can get to business."
"My business is with both of you."
"Both of us?" Mr. Bunker looked uneasy. What business could that be in which he was connected with his nephew?