Wait till half past one.

He lunches at one, and he isn't quite such a brute after luncheon.

Then you come in like Julius Caesar, and brag like blazes, and offer him twenty pounds' worth of industry and ability, and above all arithmetic, and he will say he has no opening (and that is a lie), and offer you fifteen shillings, perhaps." "If he does, I'll jump at it," said Hope, eagerly.

"But whether I succeed with him or not, take my child's blessing and my own." His voice faltered, and Bolton, with a young man's uneasiness under sentiment, stopped him.

"Oh, come, old fellow, bother all that! Why, we are all stumped in turn." Then he began to chase a solitary coin into a corner of his waistcoat pocket.