And then, what then?
Besides, can you not understand that your dress is too shabby for you to make an impression on the people you go to see?
Well-dressed applicants only have attention, and to obtain money, you must appear not to need it; and, pray, what will people think of you if you have no overcoat?
Without one you will look ridiculous, and can hardly venture into the streets." "Hush!" cried Paul, "for pity's sake, hush! for your words only prove to me more plainly that you are like the rest of the world, and that want of success is a pernicious crime in your eyes.

You once had confidence in me, and then you spoke in a very different strain." "Once indeed! but then I did not know--" "No, Rose, it was not what you were then ignorant of; but it was that in those days you loved me." "Great heavens! I ask you, have I left one stone unturned?
Have I not gone from publisher to publisher to sell those songs of my own composing--those songs that you sing so well?
I have endeavored to get pupils.

What fresh efforts can I try?
What would _you_ do, were you in my place?
Tell me, I beg you." And as Paul spoke, he grew more and more excited, while Rose still maintained her manner of exasperating coolness.
"I know not," she replied, after a brief pause; "but if I were a man, I do not think I would permit the woman, for whom I pretended that I had the most sincere affection, to be in want of the actual necessities of life.

I would strain every effort to obtain them." "I have no trade; I am no mechanic," broke in Paul passionately.
"Then I would learn one.

Pray how much does a man earn who climbs the ladder with a bricklayer's hod upon his shoulders?
It may be hard work, I know, but surely the business is not difficult to learn.