PROF. HAZLITT AT HOME.
Chester did not forget his engagement to call upon Prof. Hazlitt on Wednesday evening.
He was shown at once into the professor’s study. It was a large room, the sides lined with bookcases crowded with volumes. There seemed to be more books than Chester had ever seen before.
In the center of the room was a study table, covered with books, open as if in use. On one side was a desk, at which Prof. Hazlitt himself was seated.
“Good-evening, my young friend,” he said, cordially, as Chester entered the room. “You did not forget your appointment.”
“No, sir. I was not likely to forget such an engagement.”
“Have you grown to feel at home in the city?”
“Not entirely, sir, but I am getting a little used to it.”
“I think you mentioned that you were going into a real estate office?”
“Yes, sir. I have commenced my duties there.”