He requires someone constantly at his heels." "Yes, sir," admitted Joseph, with some fervour.
"Now I am ordered home by the doctor," went on Meredith.

"I must go by the next boat, but I don't like to go and leave Mr.Oscard in the lurch, with no one to fall back upon but Durnovo--you understand." Joseph's face had assumed the habitual look of servitude--he was no longer a partner, but a mere retainer, with a half-comic resignation in his eyes.
"Yes, sir," scratching the back of his neck.

"I am afraid I understand.
You want me to go back to that Platter--that God-forsaken Platter, as I may say." "Yes," said Meredith.

"That is about it.

I would go myself--" "God bless you! I know you would!" burst in Joseph.