Guy felt that this was going too far. He did not care to gratify Mr. Johnson’s impertinent curiosity.
“You must excuse my answering that question, Mr. Johnson,” he said.
“Oh, well, just as you please. If you were in my office in Boston I should not think of offering you more than five dollars a week.”
“Then, sir, I think I shall hardly be likely to apply to you for employment.”
“I don’t think much of your countryman, Guy,” said August Locke, when they were alone.
“Nor do I, Mr. Locke. I wonder which is right in his estimate of me—Mr. Saunders or he.”
“Mr. Saunders, I am sure.”
“Thank you for your good opinion.”
At length the long voyage was over, and with a thrill of interest and excitement Guy stepped on the wharf at Liverpool.