human
It will be just enough to bring him home, said Mr. Broune with angry energy when he was told of this. But Lady Carbury, who knew her son well, assured him that Felix would be restrained in his expenditure by no such prudence as such a purpose would indicate.
gpt
It will be gone, she said,
human
Then why the deuce should you give it him?
gpt
I wouldn't write another novel if I were you, he said. This was hard, as the writing of novels was her great ambition, and she had flattered herself that the one novel which she had written was good. Mr. Broune's own critic had declared it to be very good in glowing language. The
human
Evening Pulpit had of course abused it,--because it is the nature of the
gpt
Evening Pulpit to abuse. So she had argued with herself, telling herself that the praise was all true, whereas the censure had come from malice. After that article in the
human
Breakfast Table, it did seem hard that Mr. Broune should tell her to write no more novels. She looked up at him piteously but said nothing.
gpt
I don't think you'd find it answer. Of course you can do it as well as a great many others. But then that is saying so little!
human
I thought I could make some money.
gpt
I don't think Mr. Leadham would hold out to you very high hopes;--I don't, indeed. I think I would turn to something else.
human
It is so very hard to get paid for what one does.
gpt
Breakfast Table. Now, with that reaction of spirits which is so common to all of us, she was more than equally despondent. He would not thus have crushed her without a reason. Though he was hard to her now,--he who used to be so soft,--he was very good. It did not occur to her to rebel against him. After what he had said, of course there would be no more praise in the
human
Breakfast Table,