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About nine o'clock Mr. Richard Collingsby entered the counting-room . He passed my desk , glanced at me , and entered the sacred precincts of his sanctorum . Mr. Whippleton immediately made him a visit , and doubtless informed his senior that he had engaged an entry clerk . I did not see the dignified partner again till he left the counting-room at two o'clock . He did not even glance at me this time , and probably had no suspicion that he had ever seen me before . I was too insignificant a mortal to engage his attention even for a single instant . Yet he was my own uncle , though I might be in the same office with him for years without his knowing the fact .