He turned the talk to Rob's affairs as if his own wearied him, and, after hesitating, offered to 'place' a political article by Rob with the editor of the Morning Wire.
'I don't say he'll use it, though,' he added.
This was so much the work Rob hungered for that he could have run upstairs and begun it at once.
'Why, you surely don't work on Saturday nights?' said his host, who was putting on an overcoat.
'Yes,' said Rob, 'there is nothing else to do. I know no one well enough to go to him. Of course I do nothing on the Sab—I mean on Sundays.'
'No? Then how do you pass your Sundays?'
'I go to church, and take a long walk, or read.'
'And you never break this principle—when a capital idea for an article strikes you on Sunday evening, for instance?'
'Well,' said Rob, 'when that happens I wait until twelve o'clock strikes, and then begin.'
Perceiving nothing curious in this, Rob did not look up to see Simms's mouth twitching.