he has the misfortune to be your clerk."

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.

"Why not?" said Mr. Denman, grasping the arms of his office chair.

"Because you would not have insulted a stranger in your office who was
trying his best to understand his work. And then, I should not have
tried it on you."

"And why?"

"Well, I think I know a gentleman when I see one."

Mr. Denman was not to be appeased.

"Well, let me tell you, young man, it would have been a mighty unhealthy
thing for you to have cut up any such shine in this office. I have done
some Rugby in my day, my boy, if you know what that means."

"I have done a little, too," said Cameron, with slightly heightened
colour.

"You have, eh! Where?"

"The Scottish International, Sir."

"By Jove! You don't tell me!" replied Mr. Denman, his tone expressing a
new admiration and respect. "When? This year?"

"No, last year, Sir--against Wales!"

"By Jove!" cried Mr. Denman again; "give me your hand, boy! Any man who
has made the Scottish Internationals is not called to stand any cheek
from a cad like Bates."

Mr. Denman shook Cameron warmly by the ha