"I'm glad I'm not Harris." "Now then, Harris," said Crow, "mind how you dot your p's and q's, old man--I mean your i's." Hawkesbury looked up from his work and said, smiling, "I think Mr Harris dots his i's very well.

What did you say is entered in this column, Harris ?" This was nothing short of a snub to Crow, who was quiet for the rest of the day.
After business, as Jack and I were proceeding to walk home, Hawkesbury came up and joined our party.
"Which way are you going ?" inquired he.

"I'll join you, if I may." We could hardly say no, and yet we neither of us relished the offer.
However, he did not appear to notice our reluctance, and walked along with us, conversing in his usual pleasant way.
"I hope we shall be good friends at the office," he said, after a long uncomfortable pause.
"I hope so," said I, who knew it was not much use to rely on Jack Smith to keep up the conversation.
"I dare say you know," said he, "that my uncle's idea is for me some day to join him and Mr Barnacle, but of course that depends on how I get on." "Yes," said I, as there was a pause here.
"In any case I hope that won't make any difference between us old schoolfellows," he continued.

"I hope not," again I replied.
"Where are you living in London ?" he presently asked.

I told him, and he thereupon proceeded to make further kind inquiries as to how we liked our quarters, if we had nice friends, what we did with ourselves, and so on.