Peter called on the Pierces, only to find them out, and as no notice was taken of his pasteboard, he drew his own inference, and did not repeat the visit.
Such was the first year of Peter's New York life.

He studied, he read, he walked, and most of all, he waited.

But no client came, and he seemed no nearer one than the day he had first seen his own name on his office door.

"How much longer will I have to wait?
How long will my patience hold out ?" These were the questions he asked himself, when for a moment he allowed himself to lose courage.

Then he would take to a bit of wall-gazing, while dreaming of a pair of slate-colored eyes..