'It would imply my discharge,' admitted the drawing—master. 'I cannot deny that.'
'And besides,' said Michael, 'I am not going to embark in such a business and have no fun for my money.'
'Oh, my dear sir, is that a proper spirit?' cried Pitman.
'Oh, I only said that to cheer you up,' said the unabashed Michael. 'Nothing like a little judicious levity. But it's quite needless to discuss. If you mean to follow my advice, come on, and let us get the piano at once. If you don't, just drop me the word, and I'll leave you to deal with the whole thing according to your better judgement.'
'You know perfectly well that I depend on you entirely,' returned Pitman. 'But oh, what a night is before me with that—horror in my studio! How am I to think of it on my pillow?'
'Well, you know, my piano will be there too,' said Michael. 'That'll raise the average.'
An hour later a cart came up the lane, and the lawyer's piano—a momentous Broadwood grand—was deposited in Mr. Pitman's studio.
