“I’m afraid not.”
“Are you quite sure?”
“Well, the fact is they’re advertising for a shopwalker tomorrow,” said Athelny, looking at him doubtfully through his glasses.
“D’you think I stand any chance of getting it?”
Athelny was a little confused; he had led Philip to expect something much more splendid; on the other hand he was too poor to go on providing him indefinitely with board and lodging.