CHAPTER TWENTY.
HOW I SERVED MY FRIEND SMITH ANYTHING BUT A GOOD TURN.
A week sufficed to put Hawkesbury quite at his ease at Hawk Street.

And it sufficed also to reconcile most of the clerks to the new arrival.
For Hawkesbury, although he proved plainly he was aware of his position and prospects, showed no inclination to be stiff or unfriendly with his new associates.

On the contrary, he took a good deal of trouble to make himself agreeable, and succeeded so well that in less than a week Doubleday pronounced him "not such a cad as he might be," which was very great praise from him.
Jack Smith, however, was irreconcilable.

He seemed to have an instinctive dislike to his old schoolfellow, and resented the least approach on his part to friendliness.

It was in vain I argued with him and urged him.
"I'm sure he's civil enough," I said.
"I'm glad to hear it." "Why ever are you so down on him?
I'm sure he would only be too glad to be friendly." "I don't like him," said Jack.
"At any rate," said I, "you need not take so much trouble to make an enemy of him.