“Three dollars a week,” guessed Chester.
Mr. Conrad smiled.
“I pay ten dollars a week,” he said.
Chester’s breath was quite taken away.
“Why, I did not think the whole house would cost as much—for rent.”
“You will get a more correct idea of New York expenses after a while. Now, let me come back to your plans. You had better stay with me for a few days.”
“But I am afraid I shall be putting you to inconvenience, Mr. Conrad.”
“No; it will be pleasant for me to have your company. On Monday morning I will go with you to the office of the real estate broker who is to employ you.”
Chester passed Sunday pleasantly, going to church in the forenoon, and taking a walk with Mr. Conrad in the afternoon. He wrote a short letter to his mother, informing her of his safe arrival in the city, but not mentioning his engagement by Prof. Hazlitt. He preferred to wait till he had an interview with the professor, and decided whether he could do the work satisfactorily.
“Your future employer is Clement Fairchild,” said the artist. “His office is on West Fourteenth Street, between Seventh and Eight Avenues.”