Life in London - or, the Pitfalls of a Great City by Edwin Hodder
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"No, not ashamed, mother; but I thought it was not business-like, and seemed too much like a schoolboy." "I think it was very business-like. It would convey the idea that you would seek to do your business from the best and highest motives. But what did Mr. Compton say?" "He only said he thought the handwriting was good. Then he told me that he would take me as his clerk, and should expect me to be at my post next Monday morning, at nine o'clock. 'And now,' he said, 'we must fix upon a salary; and as your uncle has told me that you are anxious to maintain yourself, I will give you a weekly sum sufficient for that purpose; and if you give me satisfaction, I will raise it yearly.' And what do you think he offered me, mother?" "I really do not know; perhaps, as you are young, and have never been in a situation before, he said five shillings a week, although I did not think you would get any salary at all for the first six months." "No, mother, more than five shillings; guess again," said George, his face shining with excited delight. "Then I will guess seven and sixpence a week," said his mother, doubtfully, for she thought she had gone too high. "More than that, mother; guess only once more, for I cannot keep it in if you are not very quick." "Then I shall say ten shillings a week, George; but I am afraid I have |
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