"What I'm thinking of--could I give satisfaction ?" He laughed at that, as if my answer amused him.
"Well, there's nothing like a spice of modesty, Moneylaws," said he.

"If you can do all we've just talked of, you'll satisfy me well enough.

I like the looks of you, and I'm sure you're the sort that'll do the thing thoroughly.

The post's at your disposal, if you like to take it." I was still struggling with my amazement.

Five hundred pounds a year!--and a permanency! It seemed a fortune to a lad of my age.