Her husband, for this was the relation in which he stood to her, put down the paper carelessly, and then got up.
"I am going out, dear, on my usual search.

You know, we have agreed that it is of no use my trying to live by my pen.

I get an article accepted, occasionally, but it's not enough to provide more than bread and cheese.

I must look for something else." "But you must succeed, presently, Gregory." "Yes, dear; but while the grass grows, the horse starves.

At any rate, I will try for something else.