He knew that neglect of work was growing upon him, and again he observed that Allchin seemed rather pleased than vexed by these needless absences.

The third day saw him behind the counter until five o'clock, when he was summoned as usual to the back parlour to tea.
Laying before him a plate of watercress and slices of brown bread and butter, Mrs.Allchin, a discreetly conversational young woman, remarked on the continued beauty of the weather, and added a hope that Mr.
Jollyman would not feel obliged to remain in the shop this evening.
"No, no, it's your husband's turn," Will replied good-naturedly.

"He wants a holiday more than I do." "Allchin want a 'oliday, sir!" exclaimed the woman.

"Why he never knows what to do with himself when he's away from business.

He enjoys business, does Allchin.