When we rang at M. Mouillard's door, it was opened to us by Baptiste, the office-boy, who waits at table on grand occasions.
She asked for him at the door as simply as if I had been his office-boy.
When Mr. Sharp was an office-boy, his name had been "Little Big-brains."
Then the office-boy had to tell the whole story all over again.
The Countess in her agitation rang as if she had been at home, and the office-boy came in.
