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They
were
grateful
,
of
course
;
but
why
should
n't
they
be
?
He
was
efficient
,
he
knew
that
;
under
him
things
moved
smoothly
.
It
never
occurred
to
him
that
he
belonged
in
the
realm
of
clerkdom
.
Those
people
were
the
kind
of
beings
who
ought
to
work
for
him
,
and
who
would
.
There
was
nothing
savage
in
his
attitude
,
no
rage
against
fate
,
no
dark
fear
of
failure
.
These
two
men
he
worked
for
were
already
nothing
more
than
characters
in
his
eyes
--
their
business
significated
itself
.
He
could
see
their
weaknesses
and
their
shortcomings
as
a
much
older
man
might
have
viewed
a
boy
's
.
After
dinner
that
evening
,
before
leaving
to
call
on
his
girl
,
Marjorie
Stafford
,
he
told
his
father
of
the
gift
of
five
hundred
dollars
and
the
promised
salary
.
"
That
's
splendid
,
"
said
the
older
man
.
"
You
're
doing
better
than
I
thought
.
I
suppose
you
'll
stay
there
.
"
"
No
,
I
wo
n't
.
I
think
I
'll
quit
sometime
next
year
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Well
,
it
is
n't
exactly
what
I
want
to
do
.
It
's
all
right
,
but
I
'd
rather
try
my
hand
at
brokerage
,
I
think
.
That
appeals
to
me
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
think
you
are
doing
them
an
injustice
not
to
tell
them
?
"
"
Not
at
all
.
They
need
me
.
"
All
the
while
surveying
himself
in
a
mirror
,
straightening
his
tie
and
adjusting
his
coat
.
"
Have
you
told
your
mother
?
"
"
No
.
I
'm
going
to
do
it
now
"
