“You have rendered me a service I can never repay. When I think that but for you the dear child—” his voice faltered.
“Don’t think of it, Mr. Newman,” said Hector, earnestly. “I don’t like to think of it myself.”
“And you exposed yourself to great danger, my boy!”
“I suppose I did, sir; but that did not occur to me at the time. It was all over in an instant.”
“I see you are modest, and do not care to take too great credit to yourself, but I shall not rest till I have done something to express my sense of your noble courage. Now, I am a man of business, and it is my custom to come to the point directly. Is there any way in which I can serve you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I am glad to hear it. Name it.”
“I am looking for a situation in some mercantile establishment, Mr. Newman.”
“Pardon me, but, judging from your appearance, I should not suppose that it was a matter of importance to you.”
“Yes, sir; I am poor.”