As the stranger was moving away, Nicholas caught his eye
again, and, in the awkwardness of the moment, stammered out an apology.
'No offence. Oh no offence!' said the old man.
This was said in such a hearty tone, and the voice was so exactly what
it should have been from such a speaker, and there was such a cordiality
in the manner, that Nicholas was emboldened to speak again.
'A great many opportunities here, sir,' he said, half smiling as he
motioned towards the window.
'A great many people willing and anxious to be employed have seriously
thought so very often, I dare say,' replied the old man. 'Poor fellows,
poor fellows!'
He moved away as he said this; but seeing that Nicholas was about to
speak, good-naturedly slackened his pace, as if he were unwilling to
cut him short. After a little of that hesitation which may be sometimes
observed between two people in the street who have exchanged a nod,
and are both uncertain whether they shall turn back and speak, or not,
Nicholas found himself at the old man's side.
'You were about to speak, young gentleman; what were you going to say?'
'Merely that I almost hoped--I mean to say, thought--you had some object
in consulting those advertisements,' said Nicholas.
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