Presently a clerk came towards me and said with a lowering face,
"Who did you want to see?" I told him, the principal; upon which he
disappeared into an inner office. When he returned, he said, "The
Governor'll see you directly." Presently I was called in, and a very
kindly old gentleman demanded my business. I told him I was a debtor
upon whom his firm had orders to distrain, and that I had come up to
make an offer to buy in my small stock of furniture, so small that it
was hardly worth his while to remove. "Ah," he said, "you are Mr Bullen
of Lordship Lane, I believe," consulting a book at his side. I answered
that I was.
"Now then," he went on, "what are you prepared to bid for this
furniture of yours?" "Five pounds," I replied as calmly as I could,
though to tell the truth my heart was thumping with the excitement of
the crisis. "Five pounds," he repeated scornfully, "for a houseful of
furniture! the thing's absurd. I never heard the like. Indeed you'll
have to offer a good deal more than that." Very earnestly I answered
him that it was quite impossible that I should do so. I had reached the
limit, and that only by what I felt to be a miracle. Then he called the
man whom I had received my instructions from, and consulted him in a
low voice. The upshot of their conversation was that he turned to me
and said, "My man here thinks your offer isn't out of the way, and so
I'll accept it, but you must pay our fee." Again I assured him of my
impecuniosity, but he cut me short by saying, "All right, you give me
a promissory note to pay a guinea for my fee within a month, and the
bargain's closed. But remember, if you try to chisel me, you'll be very
sorry for it. My clerk will make out the receipt and note. He won't
keep you waiting long."
So I paid the £5 and signed the promissory note. When I was leaving the
office the principal said as if through an afterthought, "Look here,
we've done with you--as far as we are concerned, your goods are free.
But your landlord can distrain, if you let him, at any time between
sunrise and sunset. So if I was you I'd shift those goods to another
house--then they'll be safe and not before. Good morning."
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