Two small arm-chairs in green leather on
either side of the fireplace, two office chairs at the tables and a
revolving chair at each bureau complete the furniture of the
partners' room of _Fraser and Warren_ as you would have seen it
twenty years ago.
The rest of their offices consisted of a landing from which a lift
and a staircase descended, a waiting-room for clients, pleasantly
furnished, a room in which two female clerks worked, and off this a
small room tenanted by an office boy. You may also add in
imagination an excellent lavatory for the clerks, two telephones
(one in the partners' room), hidden safes, wall-maps; and you must
visualize everything as pleasing in colour--green, white, and
purple--flooded with light; clean, tidy, and admirably adapted for
business in the City.
Vivien Warren, as already mentioned, was, as the curtain goes up,
seated at her bureau, reading a letter. The letter was headed "Camp
Hospital, Colesberg, Cape Colony, May 2, 1900"; and ran thus:--
DEAREST VIVIE,--
Here I am still, but my leg is mending fast. The enteric was
the worse trouble. That is over and done with, though I am
the colour of a pig-skin saddle. My leg won't let me frisk
just yet, but otherwise I feel as strong as a horse.
When I was bowled over three months ago and the enteric got
hold of me, on top of the bullet through my thigh, I lost my
self-control and asked the people here to cable to you to
come and nurse me.
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