I wondered whether it was a pleasant way of life theirs, and whether one would come to feel an interest in the barter of day-books and ledgers if they were one's daily bread.

Alas for me! the only ledger I have ever known is the sainted patron of the northern racecourse.

One young man came forward and asked my business, with a look that plainly told me that unless I wanted two or three gross of account-books I had no right to be there.

I told him that I wished to see Mr.Grewter, and asked if that gentleman was to be seen.
The clerk said he did not know; but his tone implied that, in his opinion, I could _not_ see Mr.Grewter.
"Perhaps you could go and ask," I suggested.
"Well, yes.

Is it old or young Mr.Grewter you want to see ?" "Old Mr.Grewter," I replied.
"Very well, I'll go and see.