"I know it, sir, but I only went there yesterday, I shall not think of staying."
Scott had decided not to mention his loss to Mr. Little, as he felt sure that it would bring upon him a reproof for his credulity in trusting a man of whom he knew so little as Crawford Lane.
"Why couldn't he come here, Ezra?" suggested Mrs. Little, turning to her husband.
Mr. Little coughed.
"After supper I shall speak to Scott about business," he said, "and that point will be discussed."
Scott looked forward to the interview with interest and anxiety. For him a great deal depended on it.
He hoped that Mr. Little would give him a place in the store where he would be in the line of promotion, and be able to earn his living.
He followed Mr. Little from the dining room into what might be called a library, though there were only about fifty books in a small bookcase. There was a desk, however, used by Mr. Little for letter writing, and for the keeping of his accounts. Here, too, he received business visitors.
"Well," he said, pointing Scott to a chair, "now we will discuss your plans. You want a chance to work?"
"Yes, sir."