I simply put the parchment into his hands which declared my formal introduction to those venerable gentry. “Why, you don't mean? Is it possible? So you really are admitted--a lawyer, eh?” “You see, sir--and that, too, without any Greek.” “Well, and what good is it to do you? To have a profession, Edward, is one thing; to get business, another!” “Yes, sir--but I take it, the profession must be had first. One step is gained. That much is sure. The other, I trust, will follow in due season.” “True, but I still think that the bricklayer would make the more money.” “Were money-making, sir, the only object of life, perhaps, then, that would be the most desirable business; but--” “Oh, I forgot--the talents, the talents are to be considered.” And after the utterance of this sneer, our dialogue as may be supposed, did not much longer continue. I did not know of the contemplated visit of Mr. Edgerton to my worthy uncle, nor of its purpose, or I should, most assuredly, have put my veto upon the measure with all the tenacity of a resentful spirit; but this gentleman, who was a man of nice sensibility as well as strong good sense, readily comprehended a portion of my secret history from what was known to him. He easily conceived that my uncle was somewhat of a niggard from the manner in which I had employed myself during my preparation for the bar. He thought, however, that my uncle, though unwilling to expend money in the prosecution of a scheme which he did not approve--now that the scheme was so far successful as to afford every promise of a reasonable harvest, could not do less than come forward to the assistance of one who had shown such a determined disposition to assist himself. He was mistaken. He little knew the man. His interview with my uncle was a short one. The parties were already acquainted, though not intimately. They knew each other as persons of standing in the same community, and this made the opening of Mr. Edgerton's business easy. I state the tenor of the interview as it came to my knowledge afterward. “Mr. Clifford,” he said, “you have a nephew--a young gentleman, who has been recently admitted to the bar--Mr. Edward Clifford.” The reply, with a look of wonder was necessarily affirmative. “I have had much pleasure,” continued the other, “in knowing him for some time. He is an intimate of my eldest son, and from what has met my eyes, sir, I should say, you are fortunate in having a nephew of so much promise.” “Why, yes, sir, I believe he is a clever youth enough,” was the costive answer. “He is more than that, sir. I regard him, indeed, as a most astonishing young man. The very manner in which he has pursued his studies while engaged in the harassing labors of a large wholesale business house of this city--alone establishes this fact.”