As Henderson entered the office, he met our friend the pedlar and old Dalton going out.
“Dalton,” said Travers, “do you and your friend stay in the next room; I wish to see you again before you go. How do you do, Henderson?”
“I am not well,” replied Henderson, “not at all well; but it won't signify.”
“How is your father?”
“Much as usual: I wonder he didn't call on you.”
“No, he did not, I suppose he's otherwise engaged—the assizes always occupy him. However, now to business, Mr. Henderson;” and he looked inquiringly at Dick, as much as to say, I am ready to hear you.
“We had better see, I think,” proceeded Dick, “and make arrangements about these new leases.”
“I shall expect to be bribed for each of them, Mr. Richard.”
“Bribed!” exclaimed the other, “ha, ha, ha! that's good.”
“Why, do you think there's anything morally wrong or dishonorable in a bribe?” asked the other, with a very serious face.