I offered to retire that moment.

"We must write for our public," he bellowed.

"True," said I, "but not necessarily for the basest among them.

The standard at the best is low enough." "Do you call yourself a Radical ?" "Not if this be Radicalism." "You ought to be on the _Morning_ instead of the _Weekly Post_." I had my way, and probably shall end by sending Mr Kenyon back to his tinker's work shop.
If not, I must look out for cleaner occupation.' 'Go it, my boy! Go it!' cried Malkin, slapping his companion's knee violently.

'Raise the tone! To the devil with mercenary considerations! Help the proletariat out of its grovelling position.' They approached the street where Earwaker had to alight.