His advertisement did not produce a single inquiry, and he shrunk from spending more money in such an apparently unprofitable appliance.  Day after day went by, and no voice reached him from the unknown world of labour.  He went at last to several stationers’ shops in the neighbourhood, bought some necessary articles, and took these opportunities of asking if they knew of any one in want of such assistance as he could give.  But unpleasant as he felt it to make such inquiries, he soon found that to most people it was equally unpleasant to reply to them.  There seemed to be something disreputable in having to answer such questions, to judge from the constrained, indifferent, and sometimes, though not often, surly answers which he received.  “Can it be,” thought Hugh, “as disgraceful to ask for work as to ask for bread?” If he had had a thousand a year, and had wanted a situation of another thousand, it would have been quite commendable; but to try to elude cold and hunger by inquiring after paltry shillings’ worths of hard labour, was despicable.

So he placed the more hope upon his novel, and worked at that diligently.  But he did not find it quite so easy as he had at first expected.  No one finds anything either so easy or so difficult as, in opposite moods, he had expected to find it.  Everything is possible; but without labour and failure nothing is achievable.  The labour, however, comes naturally, and experience grows without agonizing transitions; while the failure generally points, in its detected cause, to the way of future success.  He worked on.

He did not, however, forget the ring.  Frequent were his meditations, in the pauses of his story, and when walking in the streets, as to the best means of recovering it.  I should rather say any means than best; for it was not yet a question of choice and degrees.  The count could not but have known that the ring was of no money value; therefore it was not likely that he had stolen it in order to part with it again.  Consequently it would be of no use to advertise it, or to search for it in the pawnbrokers’ or second-hand jewellers’ shops.  To find the crystal, it was clear as itself that he must first find the count.

But how? —­ He could think of no plan.  Any alarm would place the count on the defensive, and the jewel at once beyond reach.  Besides, he wished to keep the whole matter quiet, and gain his object without his or any other name coming before the public.  Therefore he would not venture to apply to the police, though doubtless they would be able to discover the man, if he were anywhere in London.  He surmised that in all probability they knew him already.  But he could not come to any conclusion as to the object he must have had in view in securing such a trifle.

Hugh had all but forgotten the count’s cheque for a hundred guineas; for, in the first place, he had never intended presenting it —­ the repugnance which some minds feel to using money which they have neither received by gift nor acquired by honest earning, being at least equal to the pleasure other minds feel in gaining it without the expense of either labour or obligation; and in the second place, since he knew more about the drawer, he had felt sure that it would be of no use to present it.  To make this latter conviction a certainty, he did present it, and found that there were no effects.