I don't blame you.

I find such things quite as necessary as you do." "And do you mean to say, Basil," she asked, abandoning this unprofitable branch of the inquiry, "that you are really uneasy about your place?
that you are afraid Mr.Dryfoos may give up being an Angel, and Mr.
Fulkerson may play you false ?" "Play me false?
Oh, it wouldn't be playing me false.

It would be merely looking out for himself, if the new Angel had editorial tastes and wanted my place.

It's what any one would do." "You wouldn't do it, Basil!" "Wouldn't I?
Well, if any one offered me more salary than 'Every Other Week' pays--say, twice as much--what do you think my duty to my suffering family would be?
It's give and take in the business world, Isabel; especially take.

But as to being uneasy, I'm not, in the least.
I've the spirit of a lion, when it comes to such a chance as that.
When I see how readily the sensibilities of the passing stranger can be worked in New York, I think of taking up the role of that desperate man on Third Avenue who went along looking for garbage in the gutter to eat.
I think I could pick up at least twenty or thirty cents a day by that little game, and maintain my family in the affluence it's been accustomed to." "Basil!" cried his wife.