"By the way!" said Mr. Ritchie, "where have you put up?"
"At the Royal," said Cameron.
"Ah! That will do for the present," said Mr. Ritchie. "I am sorry our
circumstances do not permit of my inviting you to our home. The truth
is, Mrs. Ritchie is at present out of the city. But we shall find some
suitable lodging for you. The Royal is far too expensive a place for a
young man with his fortune to make."
Cameron spent the day making the acquaintance of the beautiful, quaint,
if somewhat squalid, old city of Montreal; and next morning, with
a letter of introduction from Mr. Ritchie, presented himself at Mr.
Denman's office. Mr. Denman was a man in young middle life, athletic
of frame, keen of eye, and energetic of manner; his voice was loud
and sharp. He welcomed Cameron with brisk heartiness, and immediately
proceeded to business.
"Let me see," he began, "what is your idea? What kind of a job are you
after?"
"Indeed," replied Cameron, "that is just what I hardly know."
"Well, what has been your experience? You are a University man, I
believe? But have you had any practical training? Do you know office
work?"
"No, I've had little training for an office. I was in a law office for
part of a year."
"Ah! Familiar with bookkeeping, or accounting? I suppose you can't run
one of these typewriting machines?"
In regard to each of these lines of effort Cameron was forced to confess
ignorance.
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