... then he would begin to fiddle in his waistcoat pocket for a stub of pencil perhaps two inches long, and there would be a certain amount of scrabbling in a side pocket for an old envelope, and then there would be silence for a long time; until he would get up a little stealthily and make his way toward his study - but the boards in the hall always creaked, and my mother would call out, "Frank, you're not going to work!" - and the answer would always be, "A little, not much!" - and the study door would close.
... pagkatapos ay siya ay magsisimula sa walang sa kanyang tsaleko bulsa para sa isang upos ng lapis marahil dalawang pulgada ang haba, at doon ay magiging isang tiyak na halaga ng scrabbling sa isang side bulsa para sa isang old na sobre, at pagkatapos ay doon ay katahimikan para sa isang mahabang oras; hanggang Siya ay kumuha ng isang maliit na patago at gumawa ng kanyang mga paraan papunta sa kanyang pag-aaral - ngunit ang boards sa hall palagi creaked, at aking nanay ay tawag out, "Frank, ikaw ay hindi pumapasok sa trabaho!"