“Suppose we go to French's Hotel?”
“Where is that?”
“Near the park. It's on the European plan. You pay fifty cents a day for your rooms, and whatever you please for your meals.”
“I think I shall like that. I shall want to get into a boarding-house as soon as possible.”
“All right. We'll take a room together at the hotel.”
This arrangement was not to Herbert's taste, but he did not care to offend his companion by objecting to it, so by his silence, he gave consent.
“What are you going to do in New York?” he asked.
“I shall look up a situation. I won't take less than fifteen dollars a week. A man of my experience ought to be worth that. Don't you think so?”
“Yes,” said Herbert, dubiously, though it occurred to him that if he were an employer, he would not be likely to engage such a clerk at any price. But it is rather fortunate, all things considered, that we are able to keep our thoughts to ourselves, otherwise, the complacency of our companions, and sometimes our own, would run the risk of being rudely disturbed.
In course of time the terminus of the road was reached, and, crossing over from Jersey City, Herbert found himself, for the first time in his life, in the noise and whirl of the great city.