Grant expressed his gratitude in suitable terms, and left the office elated at his good fortune. A surprise awaited him. At the junction of Wall and New Streets he came suddenly upon a large-sized bootblack, whose face looked familiar.
“Tom Calder!” he exclaimed. “Is that you?”
CHAPTER IX — 'UNCLE GODFREY PARTS FROM GRANT
When Tom Calder turned round and saw who had addressed him, he turned red with mortification, and he tried to hide his blacking box. He was terribly mortified to have it known that he had been forced into such a business. If Tom had nothing worse to be ashamed of he need not have blushed, but he was suffering from false shame.
“When did you come to the city?” he stammered.
“Only this morning.”
“I suppose you are surprised to see me in this business,” said Tom, awkwardly.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” said Grant. “It is an honest business.”
“It's an awful come down for me,” said Tom, uncomfortably. “The fact is, I've had hard luck.”