So Edgar, with a shrug, piloted him to
the Metropolitan Railway, and then to the counting-house where, in
the depths of the City, Kedge and Underwood dealt for the produce of
the corrals of South America.
Edgar, as he entered the office full of clerks, nodded to their bald-
headed middle-aged senior in a half-patronising manner. 'Don't be
afraid, Mr. Spooner; I'm not coming back on your hands, whatever this
good brother of mine may intend. Is the Governor in?'
'Mr. Underwood is in his room, Mr. Edgar,' was the very severe
answer; 'but after this most serious annoyance, I would not answer
for the consequences.'
'Wouldn't you indeed?' said Edgar quietly, in a nonchalant tone that
made the younger lads bend down to sniggle behind their desks, while
he moved on to the staircase.
Mr. Spooner and he were visibly old foes; but the senior devoured his
wrath so far as to come forward and offer a chair to Felix,
repeating, however, 'Mr. Underwood is very seriously annoyed.'
Before Felix could attempt an answer, Edgar had re-descended,
newspaper in hand. 'Go up, Felix,' he said, threw himself into the
chair, and proceeded to read the paper; while Felix obeyed, and found
the principal standing at his door, ready to meet him.
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