"I'll be all right," he replied. "Don't worry about me!"
"Couldn't you come, too?"
"You know I can't. How can I give up this job on the Sensation the minute I've got it!"
"Easy enough," Mrs. MacDermott interjected. "If you've only just got it, there'll be no hardship to you or to them if you give it up now!"
"I have to earn our keep," he insisted.
"There's the shop," Mrs. MacDermott insisted.
"I won't go next or near the shop," he shouted in sudden fury. "I came here to write books and I'll write them!"
"You're not writing books when you're sitting up half the night in a newspaper office!"
"I know I'm not. But I must get money to ... to pay for!..."
"Are you worrying yourself about Eleanor's confinement, son? Never bother your head about that. I'll not let her want for anything!..."