Yes," continued Mr. Ritchie, in a
reminiscent tone, "I remember well! I hired as errand boy and general
factotum to a small grocer down near the market. Montreal was a small
city then, with wretched streets--they're bad enough yet--and poor
buildings; everything was slow and backward; there have been mighty
changes since. But here we are! Now, what are your plans?"
"I am afraid they are of the vaguest kind," said Cameron. "I want
something to do."
"What sort of thing? I mean, what has been the line of your training?"
"I am afraid my training has been defective. I have passed through
Edinburgh Academy, also the University, with the exception of my last
year. But I am willing to take anything."
"Ah!" said the banker thoughtfully. "No office training, eh?"
"No, Sir. That is, if you except a brief period of three or four months
in the law office of our family solicitor."
"Law, eh?--I have it! Denman's your man! I shall give you a letter to
Mr. Denman--a lawyer friend of mine. I shall see him personally to-day,
and if you call to-morrow at ten I hope to have news for you. Meantime,
I shall be pleased to have you lunch with me to-day at the club. One
o'clock is the hour. If you would kindly call at the bank, we shall go
down together."
Cameron expressed his gratitude.
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