Rodney followed directions and found himself at the entrance of a room which had been partitioned off for the use of the head of the firm.
Mr. Goodnow was seated at a desk with his back to him, and was employed in opening letters. Without turning round he said, “Sit down and I will attend to you in a few minutes.”
Rodney seated himself on a chair near the door. In about ten minutes Mr. Goodnow turned around.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“Perhaps you remember telling me to call at half past nine. You saw me at the Newsboys’ Lodging House.”
“Ah, yes, I remember. I promised my friend Mulgrave that I would give you a place. What can you do? Are you a good writer?”
“Shall I give you a specimen of my handwriting?”
“Yes; sit down at that desk.”
It was a desk adjoining his own.
Rodney seated himself and wrote in a firm, clear, neat hand: