“ Evidently, he had no extravagant expectations as to my talent, for he watched me critically as I put my instrument-bag
on the bench and chosen a suitable file from my collection (but I could see
that he seen the bag with approval); and every few minutes he left his work to see how I was
getting on. I picked up my instrument-bag and followed him to his workshop
(which additionally served as an workplace), where he showed
me the closed drawer with the stem of the damaged key projecting a couple of quarter of
an inch. His surname was Haire, and that i understood that he was some kind of relation of Mr.
Parrish's; apparently a nephew, as he at all times spoke of Mr.
Parrish as his uncle, though he addressed him as "Sir." His place within the
workshop appeared to be that of a pupil, studying the business-as I gathered from him-with a
view to partnership and succession. But in the first few weeks
I typically discovered myself with nothing to do, and was terrified lest Mr.
Parrish ought to think that I used to be not incomes
my wage. During that first day I saw Mr. Parrish solely as soon as, for he did his own work in a small personal workshop, which was always kept locked in his absence, as it contained a very precious dividing machine, with which he engraved the
graduations on the scales of measuring instruments such as
theodolites and sextants. ”