‘You must always bear in mind, in such cases as this, where our interests are not affected,’ said Mr. Gregsbury, ‘to put it very strong about the people, because it comes out very well at election-time; and you could be as funny as you liked about the authors; because I believe the greater part of them live in lodgings, and are not voters. This is a hasty outline of the chief things you’d have to do, except waiting in the lobby every night, in case I forgot anything, and should want fresh cramming; and, now and then, during great debates, sitting in the front row of the gallery, and saying to the people about--‘You see that gentleman, with his hand to his face, and his arm twisted round the pillar--that’s Mr. Gregsbury--the celebrated Mr. Gregsbury,’--with any other little eulogium that might strike you at the moment. And for salary,’ said Mr. Gregsbury, winding up with great rapidity; for he was out of breath--‘and for salary, I don’t mind saying at once in round numbers, to prevent any dissatisfaction--though it’s more than I’ve been accustomed to give--fifteen shillings a week, and find yourself. There!’ With this handsome offer, Mr. Gregsbury once more threw himself back in his chair, and looked like a man who had been most profligately liberal, but is determined not to repent of it notwithstanding. ‘Fifteen shillings a week is not much,’ said Nicholas, mildly. ‘Not much! Fifteen shillings a week not much, young man?’ cried Mr Gregsbury. ‘Fifteen shillings a--’ ‘Pray do not suppose that I quarrel with the sum, sir,’ replied Nicholas; ‘for I am not ashamed to confess, that whatever it may be in itself, to me it is a great deal. But the duties and responsibilities make the recompense small, and they are so very heavy that I fear to undertake them.’ ‘Do you decline to undertake them, sir?’ inquired Mr. Gregsbury, with his hand on the bell-rope. ‘I fear they are too great for my powers, however good my will may be, sir,’ replied Nicholas. ‘That is as much as to say that you had rather not accept the place, and that you consider fifteen shillings a week too little,’ said Mr Gregsbury, ringing. ‘Do you decline it, sir?’ ‘I have no alternative but to do so,’ replied Nicholas. ‘Door, Matthews!’ said Mr. Gregsbury, as the boy appeared. ‘I am sorry I have troubled you unnecessarily, sir,’ said Nicholas. ‘I am sorry you have,’ rejoined Mr. Gregsbury, turning his back upon him. ‘Door, Matthews!’ ‘Good-morning, sir,’ said Nicholas. ‘Door, Matthews!’ cried Mr. Gregsbury. The boy beckoned Nicholas, and tumbling lazily downstairs before him, opened the door, and ushered him into the street. With a sad and pensive air, he retraced his steps homewards.