“It is, Mr. Bruce. I hope you may be induced to try your hand at a story.”
“I will think of it after I have a place.”
“I shall be glad to give you points and read your productions critically. Have you had any place yet?”
“I was for a short time in the employ of Mr. Grant Griswold, living on Fifth Avenue, but he sailed for Europe this morning.”
“So you are out of a place.”
“At present, yes.”
“Suppose we walk up to Union Square and take a seat on one of the benches.”
“Very well.”
They found an unoccupied bench and sat down.
Presently a rather short young man with dark hair and a small mustache approached.