"Yes, I should. I should care very much. I dare say you could lose a great deal of money and care nothing about it."
"Indeed I could not."
"What would be a great deal of money to me. But you would want to get it back again. And in that way you would be regularly on the turf."
"And why not?"
"I want to see better things from you."
"You ought not to preach against the turf, Lady Mab."
"Because of papa? But I am not preaching against the turf. If I were such as you are I would have a horse or two myself. A man in your position should do a little of everything. You should hunt and have a yacht, and stalk deer and keep your own trainer at Newmarket."
"I wish you'd say all that to my father."
"Of course I mean if you can afford it. I like a man to like pleasure. But I despise a man who makes a business of his pleasures. When I hear that this man is the best whist-player in London, and that man the best billiard-player, I always know that they can do nothing else, and then I despise them."
"You needn't despise me, because I do nothing well," said he, as he got up to take his leave.