“That is true. Still I don’t know, but it is well when you are in Rome to do as the Romans do.”
“Does that mean that you recommend me to put on one of those tiles?”
“Well, not at present,” said Mr. Sturgis. “If it would procure you a position I should advise you to do so.”
Presently the two separated, and Bernard strolled on alone, his companion having a business call to make near the bank.
“Have a shine?”
The boy who asked the question was a typical London street urchin, with ragged clothes, and face and hands bearing evidence of his occupation.
Bernard looked at his shoes. They certainly stood in need of polishing, but he knew that his means were small and daily diminishing, and was cautious enough to ask the price.
“A penny,” answered the street boy.
Bernard signed to the boy to begin.
The boy understood his business, and went to work like an expert.