Roope.
Exactly!
Philip.
[Standing near Roope.] I have no dislike for publicity—for fame. By George, sir, I covet it, if I can win it honestly and decently!
Roope.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] Ah——!
Philip.
And I humble myself before the men and women of my craft—and they are many—who succeed in winning it in that fashion, or who are content to remain obscure. But for the rest—the hustlers of the pen, the seekers after mere blatant applause, the pickers-up of cheap popularity—I've a profound contempt for them and their methods.
Roope.
You can't deny the ability of some of 'em.