“He is at the Stock Exchange just at present. If you will take a seat, he will be back in twenty minutes, probably.”
Grant sat down, and in less than the time mentioned, Mr. Reynolds entered the office. The broker, who had a good memory for faces, at once recognized our hero.
“Ha, my young friend from the country,” he said; “would you like to see me?”
“When you are at leisure, sir,” answered Grant, well pleased at the prompt recognition.
“You will not have to wait long. Amuse yourself as well as you can for a few minutes.”
Promptness was the rule in Mr. Reynolds' office. Another characteristic of the broker was, that he was just as polite to a boy as to his best customer. This is, I am quite aware, an unusual trait, and, therefore, the more to be appreciated when we meet with it.
Presently Mr. Reynolds appeared at the door of his inner office, and beckoned to Grant to enter.
“Take a seat, my young friend,” he said; “and now let me know what I can do for you.”
“When I met you in the cars,” said Grant, “you invited me, if I ever wanted a position, to call upon you, and you would see if you could help me.”
“Very true, I did. Have you made up your mind to seek a place?”