"I dreaded being left alone." He drew a deep breath of relief; we both did; then we talked a little, after which Mayor Packard found some excuse for taking me from the room.
"Now for the few words you requested," said he; and, preceding me down the hall, he led me into what he called his study.
I noted one thing, and only one thing, on entering this place.

That was the presence of a young man who sat at a distant table reading and making notes.

But as Mayor Packard took no notice of him, knowing and expecting him to be there, no doubt, I, with a pardonable confusion, withdrew my eyes from the handsomest face I had ever seen, and, noting that my employer had stopped before a type-writer's table, I took my place at his side, without knowing very well what this move meant or what he expected me to do there.
I was not long left in doubt.

With a gesture toward the type-writer, he asked me if I was accustomed to its use; and when I acknowledged some sort of acquaintance with it, he drew an unanswered letter from a pile on the table and requested me to copy it as a sample.
I immediately sat down before the type-writer.

I was in something of a maze, but felt that I must follow his lead.