"If he has," he replies, meekly, "I am far from complaining--a shilling or two was an object to me at that time. And it got me more work of the sort. There's _Booty Bay_, now, the book that made ROBERTSON--_that_ was took down, word for word, from my dictation, in a back parlour of one of LOCKHART's Cocoa-Rooms. I got fifteen shillings for that. _He_ got, I daresay, 'undreds of pounds. Well, _I_ don't grudge it to him. As he said, I ought to remember he had all the _manual_ labour of it. Then there's that other book which has sold its thousands, _Four Men in a Funny_--that was mine--all but the last chapter; he _would_ put in that, and, in _my_ opinion, spoilt it, from an artistic point. But what could I do? It was out of _my_ 'ands! I must say I never anticipated myself that it would be so popular. 'I should be robbing you,' I said, 'if I took more than ten shillings for it.' All the same, it turned out a good bargain for him. Then there's the Drama, you would hardly credit it that I could name three leading theatres at this present moment where pieces are running which came originally out of _my_ 'ed! But it's no use my saying so--no one would believe it. And now I've 'elped all these men up the ladder, they can do without me--they can go alone--or think they can. See the way they write--not a word about owing anything to my 'umble services, a postal order for three-and-six; but that's the world all over!" "But surely," you will sympathetically observe, "you will expose them, you will insist on sharing in the reward of your labours--it is a duty you owe to the public, as well as yourself!" [Illustration: "Slow rises worth by poverty depressed."]