A week passed, then a fortnight, then a month.

It was a month of the greatest anxiety and unquietude for Trina.

McTeague was out of a job, could find nothing to do; and Trina, who saw the impossibility of saving as much money as usual out of her earnings under the present conditions, was on the lookout for cheaper quarters.

In spite of his outcries and sulky resistance Trina had induced her husband to consent to such a move, bewildering him with a torrent of phrases and marvellous columns of figures by which she proved conclusively that they were in a condition but one remove from downright destitution.
The dentist continued idle.

Since his ill success with the manufacturers of surgical instruments he had made but two attempts to secure a job.
Trina had gone to see Uncle Oelbermann and had obtained for McTeague a position in the shipping department of the wholesale toy store.