You'd better send in your card, though." I produced one of George Sheldon's cards, which the clerk looked at.

He gave a little start as if an adder had stung him.
"You're not Mr.Sheldon ?" he said.
"No; Mr.Sheldon is my employer." "What do you go about giving people Sheldon's card for ?" asked the clerk, with quite an aggrieved air.

"I know Sheldon of Gray's Inn." "Then I'm sure you've found him a very accommodating gentleman," I replied, politely.
"Deuce take his accommodation! He nearly accommodated me into the Bankruptcy Court.

And so you're Sheldon's clerk, and you want the governor.

But you don't mean to say that Grewter and Grewter are--" This was said in an awe-stricken undertone.