“Well, well... anyhow, thanks for the time you've been with us.”
He moved towards the door. And I, miserable weakling that I was, could
not hold myself in check, but asked:
“You won't be having any work for me later on, perhaps, in the spring?”
“I don't know; we shall see. I ... well, it all depends. If you should
happen to be anywhere near, why.... What about that machine of yours?”