From that time forward it was evident that he rose still more in the estimation of one who was a keen judge of character.
Story 1--Chapter V.
Lance had been more than a year in London, and having been frequently sent with papers to clients in all directions, he learned his way about the City and West End.
During the first autumn vacation, as it was soon after his arrival, he had not gone home. He was looking forward to a visit before the close of the following summer. He kept up, however, a frequent correspondence with his mother and Maddie. His greatest pleasure was receiving their letters.
Mr Brown continued his friend, as at first, and took pains to initiate him into the mysteries of his profession.
He was one evening in the West End, near the Park, having been sent after office hours to a client’s house with the draft of a will. He had performed his commission, and had just left the house, when he encountered a young man, dressed in the height of the fashion, with a gold-headed cane in his hand. The other stopped and looked at him, exclaiming as he did so—
“Upon my word, I believe you are Lance Loughton!” and Lance recognised his former schoolfellow.
“What! Dulman?” he said, unconsciously scanning him from head to foot. “I did not know what had become of you; I thought you were engaged in business somewhere.”