ON the very next day but one I was sitting behind my glass partition, as
before, when he came into the outer office, as before. The moment I saw
him again without hearing him, I hated him worse than ever.
It was only for a moment that I had this opportunity; for he waved his
tight-fitting black glove the instant I looked at him, and came straight
in.
‘Mr. Sampson, good-day! I presume, you see, upon your kind permission to
intrude upon you. I don’t keep my word in being justified by business,
for my business here—if I may so abuse the word—is of the slightest
nature.’