“Herman Brooks.”
“I suppose he belongs to a rich family.”
“His father earns an income of two thousand dollars a year in the New York Custom House, but as he is an only son they are able to give him a good supply of pocket money.”
“Probably he will change his opinion of you when he hears of your good fortune.”
“No doubt. I think I will speak to him, so that you may have a specimen of his manners.”
Frank moved up to the seat next to Herman.
“Good morning, Herman,” he said.
“Oh, it’s you, is it?” said Herman Brooks coldly. “How is the paper business nowadays?”
“About the same as usual, I presume, but I am out of it.”
“Oh! I suppose you are looking for a position in some office?”