I'm young and very active, and never waste my employer's time." Even this humble proposal was declined, though Hope's cheeks burned with shame as he made it.

He groaned aloud, and his head dropped on his breast.
His eye fell on the will lying on the ground; he went and picked it up, and handed it respectfully to Bartley.
Bartley stared, took it, and bowed his head an inch or two in acknowledgment of the civility.

This gave the poor daunted father courage again.

Now that Bartley's face was turned to him by this movement, he took advantage of it, and said, persuasively: "Give me some kind of employment, sir.

You will never repent it." Then he began to warm with conscious power.