"I don't see why not. You're not going to make money easily, so far as I can see, and either you or I must get work of some sort. I know you want to finish your book, so why shouldn't I earn something to help us to keep going?"
"No," he said, "that's my job. I daresay Hinde would give me work if I asked for it!"
"But you've always been against doing journalism."
"I know. I'm still against it, but one can't always resist things. He might let me do literary work for him. I'll go in and see him to-morrow."
He told her of his encounter with Hinde that day and of Hinde's proposal to boom The Enchanted Lover. "I don't like the idea much, but perhaps it'll be useful!" He picked up the cheque from the Cottenham Repertory Theatre. "I'm actually out of pocket over this affair," he said. "What with the cost of typing the play and my expenses in Cottenham...."
"I wish we could go back to Ballyards," Eleanor said.
"Go back to Ballyards!" he exclaimed, staring at her in astonishment.
"Yes, we'd be much better off there!"
"Go back and admit I've failed in London! Crawl home with my tail between my legs!..."
"Don't be melodramatic," said Eleanor.