"Show me what?" she asked, perplexed.

"How to live: how to enjoy life: how to be happy. The rest is easy:
you will be employed here; you will rise to great things; and it
will all be owing to me."

Mavis looked at the excited, gesticulating old man in surprise; she
wondered if he were right in his senses. Suddenly, his gyrations
ceased; he glanced at the door and then moved his head in order to
dart a horrid glance at the girl. He then approached her with arms
outstretched.

Mavis intuitively knew what he meant. Her body quivered with rage;
the fingers of her right hand clenched. Perhaps the man saw the
anger in her eyes, because he stopped; but he was near enough for
Mavis to feel his hot breath upon her cheek.

Thus they stood for a moment, he undecided, she on the defensive,
when the door opened and a man came into the room. Mr Orgles, with
an unpleasant look on his face, turned to see who the intruder might
be.

"I've been looking for you, Orgles," said the man.

"Indeed, sir! Very sorry, sir," remarked Mr Orgles, who wore such an
attitude of servility to the newcomer that Mavis could hardly
believe him to be the same man.

"I see you're busy," continued the intruder. "Engaging someone in
Miss Jackson's place?"