Jim MortimerBell, R. S. Warren (Robert Stanley Warren)
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Jim Mortimer
Bell, R. S. Warren (Robert Stanley Warren)
London (England) -- Fiction; Physicians -- Fiction
"And then," said Dora, at length, to the face in the glass, "father will
be comfortably off all his life. That is everything!"
With a little shiver she blew out her candle and crept into bed. For
long she lay sleepless, but presently a compassionate angel, in the
course of her flight over the Dark City, entered the little room, and,
touching the girl’s eyelids with her cool finger-tips, led her away to
Dreamland.
Harold Jefferson was as good as his word, for, shortly before lunch time
on the following day, Mr Maybury was informed that the head of the firm
wished to see him in his private room. Mr Maybury at once obeyed the
summons, concluding that it must have something to do with his
daughter’s engagement to Harold. Possibly the elder Jefferson objected
to the match, and a curious feeling of elation took possession of Mr
Maybury as it occurred to him that this might be the case.
Mr Jefferson was a stout, rather apoplectic-looking man of some sixty
years--quite unlike his son in appearance. There was nothing of the
keen, lean stockbroker about him; indeed, his ponderous manner and
measured speech reminded one of an old-fashioned type of merchant that
is now almost extinct.
"Ha! sit down, Mr Maybury. A pleasant change after the muggy weather we
have been experiencing lately! Ahem! yes, I wanted to see you on a
little matter--quite a little matter--ahem! You have been with us
now----"
"Three years, sir," said the other quietly.
"Three years? So long! Well, well--time flies, time flies. But to
business. I--er--I have--er--asked my manager, Mr Jacobs, to recommend
such persons in--er--in my employ as he considers deserving of an
increase in salary. The new year is close at hand, and it appears to me
an--er--an appropriate season for such--er--recommendations. Your name,
Mr Maybury, comes first on the list. I am assured that you are most
punctilious in--er--in the discharge of your duties, and that you are a
man to be implicitly trusted in all respects. I gather, in short, that
you are in all respects a most satisfactory servant of the--er--firm. I
have decided, therefore, to make a substantial addition to your present
salary. You are now paid--er--you receive----"
"One hundred and fifty pounds a year, sir."
"One hundred and fifty? Well, well,--that is hardly adequate
remuneration for a man of your integrity and ability. A good man
is--er--is worth good pay. I shall have much pleasure, therefore, Mr
Maybury, in raising your salary to--er--three hundred pounds a year."
_Three hundred a year_! The amount had a refreshing, satisfying sound!
It would mean a very different state of things at No. 9, would three
hundred a year.
"I am deeply grateful to you, sir----" began Mr Maybury.
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