The door of Scrooge's counting-house
was open that he might keep his eye upon his clerk, who in a dismal little cell beyond, a sort of tank, was copying letters.
It struck me as a singular implication that you couldn't be out of a counting-house
, you know, and look about you; but I silently deferred to his experience.
In that short drive her dread gathered so much force from the sense of darkness, that when she entered the private counting-house
where her brother sat at his desk, her knees trembled and her usually florid face was deathly pale.
There was no light in the counting-house
itself, but there were lamps in the long narrow ware-room; and consequently the window was bright.
Eat, drink, and spend your money, if you wish to know what life really is, for as to toiling from morn to evening on a wooden stool, or a leathern chair, in a counting-house
or a laboratory, that certainly is not living.
Me for the counting-house
and ledger, the monthly salary, and the little home with Ruth.
In the meantime, having a vacant situation in the counting-house
at Enkhuizen, we thought of Mr.
But it is difficult at times to fit the man of camp, and court, and counting-house
to the poet and story-teller who possessed a wealth of words and a knowledge of how to use them greater than any Englishman who had lived before him.
Passing through a warehouse which presented every indication of a thriving business, Mr Cheeryble (for such Nicholas supposed him to be, from the respect which had been shown him by the warehousemen and porters whom they passed) led him into a little partitioned-off counting-house
like a large glass case, in which counting-house
there sat--as free from dust and blemish as if he had been fixed into the glass case before the top was put on, and had never come out since--a fat, elderly, large-faced clerk, with silver spectacles and a powdered head.
But he had promised to report to George upon the manner in which the elder Osborne bore the intelligence; so going into the City to the paternal counting-house
in Thames Street, he despatched thence a note to Mr.
The little counting-house
reserved for his own occupation, was a room of wood and glass at the end of a long low workshop, filled with benches, and vices, and tools, and straps, and wheels; which, when they were in gear with the steam-engine, went tearing round as though they had a suicidal mission to grind the business to dust and tear the factory to pieces.
seemed to doze in the counting-house
window on the ground-floor giving on the sleepy street.