Book account

Bingle," although it certainly couldn't have been that.
It was regarded as especially ominous when an official of the bank
said good-morning to a clerk or a bookkeeper. It meant, according to
tradition, that his days were numbered. It was a sort of preliminary
sentence. Later on, there would come a summons to appear at the
"office."
Mr. Bingle sat on his stool, his feet hooked rigidly in the stretchers
as if prepared to resist any effort to yank him out of the place he
had held for fifteen years, and all the while he was listening for the
voice of the messenger at his shoulder, ordering him to step into Mr.
Force's room.
The trip to Syracuse had been too much for Mrs. Bingle. The railway
coaches were cold; she shivered nearly all the way up and all the way
back, notwithstanding Melissa's furs and the extra suit of flannels
she had donned at Mr. Bingle's suggestion. She came home with a
frightful cold and a temperature that frightened her husband almost
out of his boots.
She was not in the habit of taking long journeys by train.


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