"Well, what are your plans? You haven't retired on a fortune, have you?"
"Not exactly. Still I am not wholly without resources. I think of going out West."
"Do you?"
"Yes, I think the change may benefit my health."
"Well, I hope it will. I don't know but I shall go myself, if I can find an opening. If you find anything you think will suit me, I wish you would let me know."
"All right. I will bear you in mind."
"Good-bye. I get out here. Good luck to you!"
The young man, who was salesman in a shoe-store, got out of the car, and James Cromwell rode on to his destination.
When he reached the small room which he had been compelled to call home, because he could afford nothing better, he looked with disdain on its scanty and shabby furniture, and said to himself:
"Thank Heaven, I shall not long be compelled to live in such a hole! That reminds me that I must give warning to my landlady."