"I've managed to pay my way till now, thank you.

What I came up to know about is this!" she went on, producing a copy of the Daily Press from her reticule and smoothing it out on her knee.
Burton groaned.

He looked anxiously at Mr.Waddington.
"Have you read it, sir ?" he asked.
Mr.Waddington shook his head.
"I make it a rule," he said, "to avoid the advertisement columns of all newspapers.

These skilfully worded announcements only serve to remind us how a man may prostitute an aptitude, if not an art, for sheer purposes of gain.

It is my theory, Mrs.Burton," he went on, addressing her, "that no one has a right to use his peculiar capacities for the production of any sort of work which is in the least unworthy; which does not aim--you follow me, I am sure ?--at the ideal." Ellen stared at him for a moment.
"I don't follow you," she declared, brusquely, "and I don't know as I want to.