So I got tired of telling people about it--oh, I know I've been drinking--" Mr.Barlow's face steeled by several ingots of expression.
"You asked for a position--" Amory waved him to silence.
"And I think I was rottenly underpaid.

Thirty-five dollars a week--less than a good carpenter." "You had just started.

You'd never worked before," said Mr.Barlow coolly.
"But it took about ten thousand dollars to educate me where I could write your darned stuff for you.

Anyway, as far as length of service goes, you've got stenographers here you've paid fifteen a week for five years." "I'm not going to argue with you, sir," said Mr.Barlow rising.
"Neither am I.I just wanted to tell you I'm quitting." They stood for a moment looking at each other impassively and then Amory turned and left the office.
***** A LITTLE LULL Four days after that he returned at last to the apartment.

Tom was engaged on a book review for The New Democracy on the staff of which he was employed.