“My father is dead. He had great financial misfortunes. He did not survive them long. I came 243 to America hoping to find a better opening, but nothing has gone well with me. This morning I saw your advertisement. I think I can do all you require, and I shall be very glad indeed of the position.”
“How long have you been in America, Mr. Tresham?”
“More than a year. I went West at once, spent my money, and failed in every effort.”
“To be sure. The West is for physical and financial energies. I think if a young man is to rely on his mental qualities he had better remain East. I am glad you have called upon me. The duties I wish attended to are very simple. You will have to read my mail every morning and answer it as I verbally direct. With the help of printed plates you will arrange my coins and seals and such matters. I wish you also to read the newspapers to me. In a day or two you will find out which articles to read and which to omit. I want a companion for my drives. I want some one to chat with me on my various hobbies––a young man, because young men have such positive opinions, and therefore we shall be likely to come to pleasant disputing. You will have a handsome room, a seat at my table, a place among my guests, and one hundred dollars a month.”
“I am very grateful to you, sir.”
“And I am very grateful to the kind fate which sent you to me. I owe your father for many a delightful day. I am glad to pay my debt to his son. When can you come here?”
“This afternoon, sir.”
“I like that. We dine at seven. I will expect you to dinner. Do you––ahem!––excuse me, Mr. Tresham, perhaps you may require a little money in advance. I shall be pleased to accommodate you.”
“You offer is gracious and considerate, sir. I am glad you made it, although I do not fortunately need to accept it.”