"Then you will not resign, under any circumstances?" asked the spokesman.
Mr. Gregsbury smiled, and shook his head.
"Then good morning, Sir," said Pugstyles, angrily.
"God bless you," said Mr. Gregsbury. And the deputation, with many growls and scowls, filed off as quickly as the narrowness of the staircase would allow of their getting down.
The last man being gone, Mr. Gregsbury rubbed his hands and chuckled, as merry fellows will, when they think they have said or done a more than commonly good thing; he was so engrossed in this self-congratulation, that he did not observe that Nicholas had been left behind in the shadow of the window-curtains, until that young gentleman fearing he might otherwise overhear some soliloquy intended to have no listeners, coughed twice or thrice to attract the member’s notice.
"What's that?" said Mr. Gregsbury, in sharp accents.
Nicholas stepped forward and bowed.
"What do you do here, Sir?" asked Mr. Gregsbury; "a spy upon my privacy! A concealed voter! You have heard my answer, Sir. Pray follow the deputation."
"I should have done so if I had belonged to it, but I do not," said Nicholas.
"Then how came you here, Sir?" was the natural inquiry of Mr. Gregsbury, M.P. "And where the devil have you come from, Sir?" was the question which followed it.
"I brought this card from the General Agency Office, Sir," said Nicholas, "wishing to offer myself as your secretary, and understanding that you stood in need of one."
"That's all you have come for, is it?" said Mr. Gregsbury, eyeing him in some doubt.
Nicholas replied in the affirmative.
"You have no connexion with any of these rascally papers, have you?" said Mr. Gregsbury. "You didn’t get into the room to hear what was going forward, and put it in print, eh?"
"I have no connexion, I am sorry to say, with anything at present," rejoined Nicholas,—politely enough, but quite at his ease.
"Oh!" said Mr. Gregsbury. "How did you find your way up here, then?"
Nicholas related how he had been forced up by the deputation.
"That was the way, was it?" said Mr. Gregsbury. "Sit down."
Nicholas took a chair, and Mr. Gregsbury stared at him for a long time, as if to make certain, before he asked any further questions, that there were no objections to his outward appearance.
"You want to be my secretary, do you?" he said at length.
"I wish to be employed in that capacity," replied Nicholas.
"Well," said Mr. Gregsbury; "Now what can you do?"
"I suppose," replied Nicholas, smiling, "that I can do what usually falls to the lot of other secretaries."
"What's that?" inquired Mr. Gregsbury.
"What is it?" replied Nicholas.
