I am looking for a job in some other walk of life." Selingman nodded approvingly.
"Forgive me," he said, "but it is true, then, that you are in some way dependent upon your profession ?" "I am not a pauper outside it," Norgate replied, "but that is not the sole question.

I need work, an interest in life, something to think about.

I must either find something to do, or I shall go to Abyssinia.

I should prefer an occupation here." "I can help you," Selingman said slowly, "if you are a young man of common sense.

I can put you in the way of earning, if you will, a thousand pounds a year and your travelling expenses, without interfering very much with your present mode of life." "Selling crockery ?" Selingman flicked the ash from the end of his cigar.