`Ha, ha,' cried the secretary, laying his hand, with growing familiarity, upon the chairman's arm. `When I look at you, and think of your property in Bengal being--ha, ha, ha!--'

The half-expressed idea seemed no less ludicrous to Mr. Tigg than to his friend, for he laughed, too, heartily.

`-- Being,' resumed David, `being amenable--your property in Bengal being amenable--to all claims upon the company; when I look at you and think of that, you might tickle me into fits by waving the feather of a pen at me. Upon my soul you might!'

`It a devilish fine property,' said Tigg Montague, `to be amenable to any claims. The preserve of tigers alone is worth a mint of money, David.'

David could only reply in the intervals of his laughter, `Oh, what a chap you are!' and so continued to laugh, and hold his sides, and wipe his eyes, for some time, without offering any other observation.

`A capital idea?' said Tigg, returning after a time to his companion's first remark: `no doubt it was a capital idea. It was my idea.'

`No, no. It was my idea,' said David. `Hang it, let a man have some credit. Didn't I say to you that I'd saved a few pounds?--'

`You said! Didn't I say to you,' interposed Tigg, `that I had come into a few pounds?'

`Certainly you did,' returned David, warmly, `but that's not the idea. Who said, that if we put the money together we could furnish an office, and make a show?'

`And who said,' retorted Mr. Tigg, `that, provided we did it on a sufficiently large scale, we could furnish an office and make a show, without any money at all? Be rational, and just, and calm, and tell me whose idea was that.'

`Why, there,' David was obliged to confess, `you had the advantage of me, I admit. But I don't put myself on a level with you. I only want a little credit in the business.'

`All the credit you deserve to have,' said Tigg. `The plain work of the company, David--figures, books, circulars, advertisements, pen, ink and paper, sealing-wax and wafers--is admirably done by you. You are a first-rate groveller. I don't dispute it. But the ornamental department, David; the inventive and poetical department--'

`Is entirely yours,' said his friend. `No question of it. But with such a swell turn-out as this, and all the handsome things you've got about you, and the life you lead, I mean to say it's a precious comfortable department too.'

`Does it gain the purpose? Is it Anglo-Bengalee?' asked Tigg.

`Yes,' said David.

`Could you undertake it yourself?' demanded Tigg.

`No,' said David.

`Ha, ha!' laughed Tigg. `Then be contented with your station and your profits, David, my fine fellow, and bless the day that made us acquainted across the counter of our common uncle, for it was a golden day to you.'