"
"Yes, it's quite a little cheaper. You can get fine tea for two
and three cents a cup. Clothes is cheaper, too. But I don't
care much for the English, though there is all sorts of quaint
places with a real flavor.... Say, Mr. Guilfogle, you know I
inherited a little money, and I can wait awhile, and you'll kind
of keep me in mind for a place if one--"
"Didn't I _say_ I would?"
"Yes, but--"
"You come around and see me a week from now. And leave your
address with Rosey. I don't know, though, as we can afford to
pay you quite the same salary at first, even if we can work you
in--the season's been very slack. But I'll do what I can for
you. Come in and see me in about a week. Goo' day."
Rabin, the salesman, waylaid Mr. Wrenn in the corridor.
"You look kind of peeked, Wrenn. Old Goglefogle been lighting
into you? Say, I ought to have told you first. I forgot it.
The old rat, he's been planning to stick the knife into you all
the while. 'Bout two weeks ago me and him had a couple of
cocktails at Mouquin's.
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