They must know we're educated, and more fit for that sort of work than--" "Than doing common labourer's work," said Reg.

"Rather! If they'd put us to some of the literary work, you know, Horace--editing, or correcting, or reporting, or that sort of thing, I could stand that.
There are plenty of swells who began like that.

I'm pretty well up in classics, you know, and--well, they might be rather glad to have some one who was." Horace sighed.
"Richmond spoke as if we were to be taken on as ordinary workmen." "Oh, Richmond's an ass," said Reg, full of his new idea; "he knows nothing about it.

I tell you, Horace, they wouldn't be such idiots as to waste our education when they could make use of it.

Richmond only knows the manager, but the editor is the chief man, after all." By this time they had reached Fleet Street, and their attention was absorbed in finding the by-street in which was situated the scene of their coming labours.