Sure. No. Well,
to-morrow, probably. All right. Good-by."
Then he glanced at his watch and up at Mr. Wrenn impatiently.
"Say, Mr. Guilfogle, you say there'll be--when will there be
likely to be an opening?"
"Now, how can I tell, my boy? We'll work you in if we can--you
ain't a bad clerk; or at least you wouldn't be if you'd be a
little more careful. By the way, of course you understand that
if we try to work you in it'll take lots of trouble, and we'll
expect you to not go flirting round with other firms, looking
for a job. Understand that?"
"Oh yes, sir."
"All right. We appreciate your work all right, but of
course you can 't expect us to fire any of our present force
just because you take the notion to come back whenever you want
to.... Hiking off to Europe, leaving a good job!... You didn't
get on the Continent, did you?"
"No, I--"
"Well.... Oh, say, how's the grub in London? Cheaper than it
is here? The wife was saying this morning we'd have to stop
eating if the high cost of living goes on going up.
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