I.

There are, of course, as many styles of dictating letters as there

are of writing them; but three stand out. One is the Indignant

Confidential; one the Hesitant Tactful; and one the No-Nonsense

Efficient. Bitter experience in three orderly London houses only a day

or so ago chances to have led to such complete examples of each of

these styles that the reader has the felicity of acquiring at the same

time a valuable insight into business methods and a glimpse of what

Nature in the person of Jack Frost can do with even the best regulated

of cities.

We will take first the Hesitant Tactful, where the typist is not

merely considered as a human being but invited to become an ally. The

dictator is Mr. Vernon Crombie.

"Oh, Miss Carruthers, there's a letter I want to dictate and get off

by hand at once, because my house isn't fit to live in through burst

pipes. The plumbers promised to send yesterday, but didn't, and to-day

they can't come, it seems, and really it's most serious. Ceilings

being ruined, you know. The bore is that there aren't any other

plumbers that I know of, and one is so at the mercy of these people

that we must go very delicately. You understand. We mustn't say a word

to set their backs up any higher than they already are. Anger's no

good in this case. Here we must be tactful, and I want you to help me.

I knew you would.

Now we'll begin. _To Messrs. Morrow & Hope. Dear Sirs,--I hate_--no,

that's a little too strong, perhaps--_I much dislike_--that's

better--_I much dislike to bother you at a time when I know you must

be overworked in every direction_--you see the idea, don't you? What

we've got to do is to get on their soft side. It's no use bullyragging

them; understanding their difficulties is much better. You see that,

don't you? Of course; I knew you would. Now then. Where was I?

Oh yes--_overworked in every direction; but if, as you promised

yesterday, but unfortunately were unable_--I think that's good, don't

you? Much better than saying that they had broken their promise--_to

manage, you could spare a man to attend to our pipes without further

delay_--I think you might underline _without further delay_. Would

that be safe, I wonder? Yes, I think so--_I should be more than

grateful._ And now there's a problem. What I have been pondering is if

it would be wise to offer to pay an increased charge. I'd do anything

to get the pipes mended, but, on the other hand, it's not a sound

precedent. A state of society in which everyone bid against everyone

else for the first services of the plumber would be unbearable. Only

the rich would ever be plumbed, and very soon the plumbers would be

the millionaires. Perhaps we had better let the letter go as it is?

You think so and I think so. Very well then, just _Believe me, yours

faithfully_, and I'll sign it."

And now the Indignant and Confidential. Mr. Horace Bristowe is

dictative: "Ah, here you are, Miss Tappit. Now I've got trouble with

the plumbers, and I want to give the blighters--well, I can't say it

to you, but you know what I mean. There's my house dripping at every

pore, or rather pouring at every drip--I say, that's rather good; I

must remember that to tell them this evening. Just put that down on a

separate piece of paper, will you. Well, here's the place all soaked

and not a man can I get. They promised to send on Tuesday, they

promised to send yesterday, and this morning comes a note saying that

they can't now send till to-morrow. What do you think of that? And

they have worked for me for years. Years I've been employing them.

"Let's begin, anyway. _To Messrs. Tarry & Knott. Dear Sirs_--No, I'm

hanged if I'll call them dear. Ridiculous convention! They're not

dear--except in their charges. I say, that's not bad. No, just put

_Gentlemen_. But that's absurd too. They're not gentlemen, the swine!

They're anything but gentlemen, they're blackguards, swindlers, liars.

Seriously, Miss Tappit, I ask you, isn't it monstrous? Here am I, an

old customer, with burst pipes doing endless damage, and they can't

send anyone till to-morrow. Really, you know, it's the limit. I know

about the War and all that. I make every allowance. But I still say

it's the limit. Well, we must put the thing in the third person, I

suppose, if I'm not to call them either 'dear' or 'gentlemen.' _Mr.

Horace Bristowe presents his comp_--Good Heavens! he does nothing of

the kind--_Mr. Horace Bristowe begs to_--Begs! Of course I don't beg.

This really is becoming idiotic. Can't one write a letter like an

honest man, instead of all this flunkey business? Begin again: _To

Messrs. Tarry & Nott. Mr. Horace Bristowe considers that he has been

treated with a lack of consideration_--no, we can't have 'considers'

and 'consideration' so near together. What's another word for

'consideration'?--_treated with a lack of--a lack of_--Well, we'll

keep 'consideration' and alter 'considers.' Begin again: _Mr. Horace

Bristowe thinks_--no, that's not strong enough--_believes_--no. Ah,

I've got it--_Mr. Horace Bristowe holds that he has been treated by

you with a lack of consideration which_--I wonder if 'which' is better

than 'that'--_a lack of consideration that, considering his long_--no,

we can't have 'considering' just after 'consideration'--_that_--no,

_which--which--in view of his long record as_--What I want to say is

that it's an infernal shame that after all these years, in which I've

put business in their way and paid them scores of pounds, they should

treat me in this scurvy fashion, that's what I mean. The swine! I tell

you, Miss Tappit, it's infamous. I--(and so on).

The No-Nonsense Efficient businessman, so clear-headed and capable

that it is his continual surprise that he is not in the Cabinet

without the preliminary of an election, handles his correspondence

very differently. He presses a button for Miss Pether. She is really

Miss Carmichael, but it is a rule in this model office that the typist

takes a dynastic name, and Pether now goes with the typewriter, just

as all office-boys are William. Miss Pether arrives with her pad and

pencil and glides swiftly and noiselessly to her seat and looks up

with a face in which mingle eagerness, intelligence, loyalty and

knowledge of her attainments.

"_To Messrs. Promises & Brake_, says the business man,--_Gentlemen

comma the pipes at my house were not properly mended by your man

yesterday comma and there is still a leakage comma which is causing

both damage and inconvenience full stop Please let me have comma in

reply to this comma an assurance that someone shall be sent round at

once dash in a taxi comma if necessary full stop. If such an assurance

cannot be given comma I shall call in another firm and refuse to

pay your account full stop. Since the new trouble is due to your

employee's own negligence comma I look to you to give this job

priority over all others full stop. My messenger waits full stop. I am

comma yours faithfully comma._ Let me have it at once and tell the boy

to get a taxi."

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