However, this office had also a small window looking inward; this opened like a door when the man had anything to say to Mr.Bartley or the clerks in the large office.
William Hope entered this outer office, and found it empty.

The clerk happened to be in the yard.

Then he opened the inner door and looked in on the two clerks, pale and haggard, and apprehensive of a repulse.

He addressed himself to the one nearest him; it was the one whose face had attracted him.
"Sir, can I see Mr.Bartley ?" The young fellow glanced over the visitor's worn garments and dusty shoes, and said, dryly, "Hum! if it is for charity, this is the wrong shop." "I want no charity," said Hope, with a sigh; "I want employment.

But I do want it very badly; my poor little girl and I are starving." "Then that is a shame," said the young fellow, warmly.