Peter had nothing of the snob in him, but he found reading or writing, or a tramp about the city, much the pleasanter way of passing his evenings.
The morning after this first day in New York, Peter called on his friend, the civil engineer, to consult him about an office; for Watts had been rather hazy in regard to where he might best locate that.

Mr.
Converse shook his head when Peter outlined his plan.
"Do you know any New York people," he asked, "who will be likely to give you cases ?" "No," said Peter.
"Then it's absolutely foolish of you to begin that way," said Mr.
Converse.

"Get into a lawyer's office, and make friends first before you think of starting by yourself.

You'll otherwise never get a client." Peter shook his head.

"I've thought it out," he added, as if that settled it.
Mr.Converse looked at him, and, really liking the fellow, was about to explain the real facts to him, when a client came in.