Diggs was getting only a
hundred dollars a month, wasn't he? Well, how much could you afford to
pay a butler now if you had one, sir? Two dollars a week at the
outside, find himself. Well, I still feel I'm worth more to you than
any butler you could get, so I'll have to insist on three dollars a
week when convenient. I put away about eight thousand dollars while I
was working for you at Seawood. It's in the savings banks now, every
nickel of it, drawing three and a half and four per cent., or about
twenty-five dollars a month, sir. Twelve and twenty-five makes thirty-
seven a month, don't it? That's more than most girls are getting, and
it's certainly more than any of 'em is worth, judging from what I've
seen. So if you'll just consider that I'm getting thirty-seven a month
out of you, Mr. Bingle, we won't argue any longer."
"But, my dear Melissa, we must consider poor Diggs. It isn't fair to
keep him waiting. I fear I shall have to discharge you. It seems to be
the only way to make you and Diggs happy. I shall discharge you
without a recommendation, too.
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