Mr. Robb looked at him disconcertingly during a pause.
"Who advised you to join a bank staff, Nelson?" he asked, slowly.
"It was my own idea, Mr. Robb. I felt as though I had gone to school long enough at my father's expense. He earns his bread hard and I began to feel it was up to me to do something for myself."
"Oh, I see," said the manager, pensively. Again he was silent.
"Did you say you wanted to see me about something?" ventured the new junior.
"Well—I—I was just wondering, Nelson, if you had taken up with the bank just as a sort of notion, and if you had I was going to discourage you."
"Don't you think it's a good business, Mr. Robb?"
"Sure—sure—it's all right. That is, for certain ones. You'll probably be quitting it when you get older."
Evan did not reply immediately. He was trying to figure out what the manager meant.
"I hope I'll get along well," he said, finally.