But in a day or two he set about looking for a job. He knew that he could not hope for such a position as that which he had thrown away to go to England; but with his training he could not fail to be useful to one of the trading firms, and perhaps in the end he would not lose by the change.
"After all, you can't make money in a bank," he said. "Trade's the thing."
He had hopes that he would soon make himself so indispensable that he would get someone to take him into partnership, and there was no reason why in a few years he should not be a rich man.
"As soon as I'm fixed up we'll find ourselves a shack," he told Ethel. "We can't go on living here."
Brevald's bungalow was so small that they were all piled on one another, and there was no chance of ever being alone. There was neither peace nor privacy.
"Well, there's no hurry. We shall be all right here till we find just what we want."
It took him a week to get settled and then he entered the firm of a man called Bain. But when he talked to Ethel about moving she said she wanted to stay where she was till her baby was born, for she was expecting another child. Lawson tried to argue with her.
"If you don't like it," she said, "go and live at the hotel."
He grew suddenly pale.
"Ethel, how can you suggest that!"