tookhimtotheOlympic，whereRobsonwasthenactinginaburlesqueonMacbeth，MrsKeeley，ifIrememberrightly，takingthepartofLadyMacbeth。Inthescenebeforethemurder，MacbethhadsaidhecouldnotkillDuncanwhenhesawhisbootsuponthelanding。LadyMacbethputastoptoherhusband’shesitationbywhippinghimupunderherarm，andcarryinghimoffthestage，kickingandscreaming。Ernestlaughedtillhecried。“WhatrotShakespeareisafterthis。”heexclaimed，involuntarily。IrememberedhisessayontheGreektragedians，andwasmoreIepriswithhimthanever。
Nextdayhesetaboutlookingforemployment，andIdidnotseehimtillaboutfiveo’clock，whenhecameandsaidthathehadhadnosuccess。Thesamethinghappenedthenextdayandthedayafterthat。Whereverhewenthewasinvariablyrefusedandoftenorderedpointblankoutoftheshop；Icouldseebytheexpressionofhisface，thoughhesaidnothing，thathewasgettingfrightened，andbegantothinkIshouldhavetocometotherescue。Hesaidhehadmadeagreatmanyenquiriesandhadalwaysbeentoldthesamestory。
Hefoundthatitwaseasytokeeponinanoldline，butveryhardtostrikeoutintoanewone。
HetalkedtothefishmongerinLeatherLane，wherehewenttobuyabloaterforhistea，casuallyasthoughfromcuriosityandwithoutanyinterestedmotive。“Sell。”saidthemasteroftheshop，“Whynobodywouldn’tbelievewhatcanbesoldbypenn’orthsandtwopenn’orthsifyougotherightwaytowork。Lookatwhelks，forinstance。LastSaturdaynightmeandmylittleEmmahere，wesold7
poundsworthofwhelksbetweeneightandhalfpasteleveno’clock——