“What about?”
Herbert was about to answer “on business,” but it occurred to him that it would be better policy to keep on friendly terms with James, and he said: “I am looking for work, and I thought he might have some for me.”
“Perhaps so,” said James, patronizingly. “Of course, one in your position must work for a living.”
“Don't you expect to work?” asked Herbert, in some curiosity.
“Not with my hands, of course,” said James. “I may study some genteel profession, such as law.”
“I am too poor to be genteel,” said Herbert, amused.
“Of course. You will probably be a day laborer.”
“I hope to rise to something better in time,” said Herbert. “For the present I shall be glad to work by the day, or the month, if your father will engage me.”
“I think my father is at home; you can ring and see,” said James, who could be kind to one who was willing to acknowledge his inferiority.
Herbert rang the bell, and was ushered into the presence of Squire Leech, who was examining some papers in the back parlor.