The Nabob Author:Jerome K. Jerome Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Ill MEMOIRS OF AN OFFICE PORTER—A MERE GLANCE AT THE TERRITORIAL BANK I Had just finished my frugal morning repast and, as my habit was, placed the remains... more » of my modest provisions in the board-room safe, a magnificent safe with a secret lock, which has served me as a store-cupboard during four years, almost, that I have been at the Territorial. Suddenly the governor walks into the offices, with his face all red and eyes inflamed, as though after a night's feasting, draws in his breath noisily, and in rude terms says to me, with his Italian accent: " But this place stinks, Moussiou Passajon." The place did not stink, if you like the word. Only— shall I say it?—I had ordered a few onions to garnish a knuckle of veal which Mmc. Seraphine had sent down to me, she being the cook on the second floor, whose accounts I write out for her every evening. I tried to explain the matter to the governor, but he had flown into a temper, saying that to his mind there was no sense in poisoning the atmosphere of an office in that way, and that it was not worth while to maintain premises at a rent of twelve thousand francs, with eight windows fronting full on the Boulevard Malesherbes, in order to roast onions in them. I don't know what he did not say to me in his passion. For my own part, naturally I got angry at hearing myself addressed in that insolent manner. It is surely the least a man can do to be polite with people in his service whom he does not pay. What the deuce! So I answered him that it was annoying, in truth, but that if theTerritorial Bank paid me what it owed me, namely, four years' arrears of salary, phis seven thousand francs personal advances made by me to the governor for expenses of cabs, newspapers, cigars, and American grogs on board days, I would go and eat decently ...« less