He had secured a place, but somehow he felt depressed. His prospects did not seem very bright, after all.
CHAPTER VII. AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.
After Scott paid his hotel bill and reached his new home, he found that he had just sixty cents left in his purse. To be sure, he would be at no more expense for meals, but it made him feel poor.
When he left the ship he had one hundred dollars. There certainly had been a great shrinkage in his resources.
He was taken by the servant to an inside room on the upper floor. Of course there was no window, and the only light that entered the room was from the transom.
It seemed gloomy, and bade fair to be very close. If it had only been an outside room with a small window, Scott would have been more content. As it was, he found that the two servants were much better provided for than he.
The bed, however, was comfortable, and this was a partial compensation. But he reflected with disappointment that the room would be available only at night. He could not very well sit in it by day, as it was too dark for him to read.
"I shall be glad when I get to work," he thought. "That will take up my time."