“Yes, sir.”
“It has just occurred to me that I may be able to throw some work in your way. I am writing an ethnological work, and it will need to be illustrated. I can’t afford to pay such prices as you receive from Puck and other periodicals of the same class, but then the work will not be original. It will consist chiefly of copies. I should think I might need a hundred illustrations, and I am afraid I could not pay more than two dollars each.”
A hundred illustrations at two dollars each! Why, that would amount to two hundred dollars, and there would be no racking his brains for original ideas.
“If you think I can do the work, sir, I shall be glad to undertake it,” said Chester, eagerly.
“I have no doubt you can do it, for it will not require an expert. Suppose you call upon me some evening within a week.”
“I will do so gladly, sir, if you will tell me where you live.”
“Here is my card,” said his companion, drawing out his case, and handing a card to Chester.
This was what Chester read:
“Prof. Edgar Hazlitt.”
“Do you know where Lexington Avenue is?” asked the professor.