Yes, sir, you may look; but it is the
truth!"
Roland did look, looked with considerable consternation. "How on earth
will the work get done, then?" he muttered. With all his grumbling, he
had not contemplated Jenkins being away more than a day or two.
"I do not know how it will get done, considering that the clerk upon
whom I have to depend is Roland Yorke," answered Mr. Galloway, with
severity. "One thing appears pretty evident, that Jenkins will not be
able to help to do it."
Mr. Galloway, more perplexed at the news brought by Mrs. Jenkins than
he had allowed to appear (for, although he chose to make a show of
depending upon Roland, he knew how much dependence there was in reality
to be placed upon him--none knew better), had deemed it advisable to
see Jenkins personally, and judge for himself of his state of health.
Accordingly, he proceeded thither, and arrived at an inopportune moment
for his hopes. Jenkins was just recovering from a second fainting fit,
and appeared altogether so ill, so debilitated, that Mr. Galloway was
struck with dismay. There would be no more work from Jenkins--as he
believed--for him. He mentioned this now in his own office, and Roland
received it with blank consternation.
An impulse came to Arthur, and he spoke upon it. "If I can be of any
use to you, sir, in this emergency, you have only to command me."
"What sort of use?" asked Mr. Galloway.
Arthur pointed to the parchments.
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