112 A Perfect Gentleman.

remembering that he who serves God serves
a good Master, and may be content to look
to Him for his wages.

A few hours after, a Mr. Wilcox, a clever,
pushing saddler, who lived in an adjoining
street, came bustling in, looking wonderfully
elated and cockahoop.

“‘ Well, Benson,” said he, as he rubbed his
hands one over the other with uncommon
glee, “ you have been and done it, that is
all.”

“Done what?” inquired Benson, as he
looked up quietly from his work, making a
good guess, however, as to his visitor’s
meaning.

“Knocked down your own luck with one
hand, and given it to me with the other.”

“You mean, I suppose, that Mr. Harcourt
drove on from my shop to yours ?”

“Exactly, and I thought that the least
I could do was to come and thank you, and
to tell you how happy I should be to work
for as many more as you choose to send.”

“T need not tell you I shall not send you
those that I can keep,” replied Benson, trying
hard not to show that he was annoyed ;