"No'm."
"About when could I see him if I should wait?"
"He is trying a case'm, over in the second court'm, criminal session," answered Jacob, mixing things badly in his confusion.
"Couldn't you send for him?"
"Mr. Aronson will be here soon. Perhaps he would know."
"I will wait a few minutes," said the lady, sitting down with hauteur in the cushioned chair which Jacob pushed toward her. After a spell of silence she addressed him again in a gentler tone:
"What is your name, little boy?" she asked.
"Jacob," he answered. Servants and office boys grow to think of themselves as having only one name.
"Jacob. That is a very old and dignified name. Are you Mr. Shagarach's clerk?"
"No'm."