"Well, and so we do; and what are you but a poor clerk? You do
Crimsworth's work, and he gives you wages--shabby wages they are,
too."

I was silent. Hunsden's language now bordered on the
impertinent, still his manner did not offend me in the least--it
only piqued my curiosity; I wanted him to go on, which he did in
a little while.

"This world is an absurd one," said he.

"Why so, Mr. Hunsden?"

I wonder you should ask: you are yourself a strong proof of the
absurdity I allude to."

I was determined he should explain himself of his own accord,
without my pressing him so to do--so I resumed my silence.

"Is it your intention to become a tradesman?" he inquired
presently.

"It was my serious intention three months ago."

"Humph! the more fool you--you look like a tradesman! What a
practical business-like face you have!"

"My face is as the Lord made it, Mr. Hunsden."