With these words Cameron turned upon his heel and walked deliberately towards the door. Immediately Jimmy sprang before him, and, throwing the door wide open, bowed him out as if he were indeed the Prince of Wales. Thus abruptly ended Cameron's connection with the Metropolitan Transportation & Cartage Company. Before the day was done the whole city had heard the tale, which lost nothing in the telling.
Next morning Mr. Denman was surprised to have Cameron walk in upon him.
“Hullo, young man!” shouted the lawyer, “this is a pretty business! Upon my soul! Your manner of entry into our commercial life is somewhat forceful! What the deuce do you mean by all this?”
Cameron stood, much abashed. His passion was all gone; in the calm light of after-thought his action of yesterday seemed boyish.
“I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Denman,” he replied, “and I came to apologise to you.”
“To me?” cried Denman. “Why to me? I expect, if you wish to get a job anywhere in this town, you will need to apologise to the chap you knocked down—what's his name?”
“Mr. Bates, I think his name is, Sir; but, of course, I cannot apologise to him.”
“By Jove!” roared Mr. Denman, “he ought to have thrown you out of his office! That is what I would have done!”
Cameron glanced up and down Mr. Denman's well-knit figure.
“I don't think so, Sir,” he said, with a smile.