“One day—the day before yesterday—two ladies, an old lady and a young one, came into the shop, and wanted to look at some shawls. It was dinner-time, and most of the men were in the house at their dinner. The shop-walker sent me to them, and then, I do believe, though I did not see him, stood behind a pillar to watch me, as he had been in the way of doing more openly. I thought I had seen the ladies before, and though I could not then tell where, I am now almost sure they were Mrs and Miss Oldcastle, of the Hall. They wanted to buy a cashmere for the young lady. I showed them some. They wanted better. I brought the best we had, inquiring, that I might make no mistake. They asked the price. I told them. They said they were not good enough, and wanted to see some more. I told them they were the best we had. They looked at them again; said they were sorry, but the shawls were not good enough, and left the shop without buying anything. I proceeded to take the shawls up-stairs again, and, as I went, passed the shop walker, whom I had not observed while I was attending to the ladies. ‘YOU’re for no good, young man!’ he said with a nasty sneer. ‘What do you mean by that, Mr B.?’ I asked, for his sneer made me angry. ‘You’ll know before to-morrow,’ he answered, and walked away. That same evening, as we were shutting up shop, I was sent for to the principal’s room. The moment I entered, he said, ‘You won’t suit us, young man, I find. You had better pack up your box to-night, and be off to-morrow. There’s your quarter’s salary.’ ‘What have I done?’ I asked in astonishment, and yet with a vague suspicion of the matter. ‘It’s not what you’ve done, but what you don’t do,’ he answered. ‘Do you think we can afford to keep you here and pay you wages to send people away from the shop without buying? If you do, you’re mistaken, that’s all. You may go.’ ‘But what could I do?’ I said. ‘I suppose that spy, B—-,’—I believe I said so, sir. ‘Now, now, young man, none of your sauce!’ said Mr—-. ‘Honest people don’t think about spies.’ ‘I thought it was for honesty you were getting rid of me,’ I said. Mr—-rose to his feet, his lips white, and pointed to the door. ‘Take your money and be off. And mind you don’t refer to me for a character. After such impudence I couldn’t in conscience give you one.’ Then, calming down a little when he saw I turned to go, ‘You had better take to your hands again, for your head will never keep you. There, be off!’ he said, pushing the money towards me, and turning his back to me. I could not touch it. ‘Keep the money, Mr—-,’ I said. ‘It’ll make up for what you’ve lost by me.’ And I left the room at once without waiting for an answer.