He's a nephew of Merrett's, they say, and a good fellow.
He's coming in as a clerk at first, but Harris says he's to be taken in as a partner in time." "Then he's only a boy yet ?" "I suppose so--seventeen or eighteen." Of course there was a considerable amount of speculation and curiosity as to the new arrival during the week which followed.

I think most of us were a little jealous, and Doubleday was especially indignant at the fellow's meanness in being the governor's nephew.
"Of course, he'll peach about all we do," growled he, "and give his precious uncle a full, true, and particular account every evening of everything every one of us has been up to during the day.

And the worst of it is, one can't even lick the beggar now and then, like any other fellow." It undoubtedly was hard lines, and we all sympathised not a little with the chief clerk's grievance.
Our suspense was not protracted.

On the appointed day Mr Merrett arrived, accompanied by a slender youth of about eighteen, at sight of whom Jack and I started as though we had been shot.

The new-comer was no other than our former schoolfellow, Hawkesbury.
If a skeleton had walked into the office we could not have been more taken aback.