to the fact that the editor has more copy piled up than he can use.
He followed her advice; apparently, there was no alternative procedure. 'Two days later, on his way out, he found the fat, white envelope in the box, and in the envelope another printed formula of rejection. This incident was repeated several times.
Meanwhile his funds were running low and it was paramount for him to discover some means of augmenting his income. He was too proud to appeal to the Sumners or any other of his father's successful friends. He could not bear to let them know that he needed any assistance.
One night while the girls were dressing preparatory to going out, he found himself alone with Howard in the little sitting-room.
Old fellow, Howard began, diffidently enough, you know I'm going to make a barrel of money now that I'm Pettijohn's attorney. I've already received a considerable advance. Won't you let me lend you a hundred?
Howard too! Everybody patronized him.
I don't need your money, he replied stiffly. I can get along all right by myself.
Howard was not to be so easily repulsed. See here, old boy, he insisted, you can't talk to me like that. If I needed it and you had it, I'd come to you. What have you got your back up for?
Byron's back was no longer up. He broke down
