Home once more at 6.45, and for two hours wrote steadily at a long affair I have in hand for The Current.

Then I came here, thinking hard all the way.

What say you to this?
Have I earned a night's repose ?' 'And what's the value of it all ?' asked Maud.
'Probably from ten to twelve guineas, if I calculated.' 'I meant, what was the literary value of it ?' said his sister, with a smile.
'Equal to that of the contents of a mouldy nut.' 'Pretty much what I thought.' 'Oh, but it answers the purpose,' urged Dora, 'and it does no one any harm.' 'Honest journey-work!' cried Jasper.

'There are few men in London capable of such a feat.

Many a fellow could write more in quantity, but they couldn't command my market.