Philip.
My career as a writing-man. It's finished. [Hanging his head.] I'm sorry to break faith with her people; but she may take me, if she will, on her own terms—a poor devil who has proved a duffer at his job, and who is content henceforth to be nothing but her humble slave and dependant.
Roope.
[Energetically.] My dear Phil, for heaven's sake, don't entertain such a notion! Abandon your career just when you're making a noise in the world——!
Philip.
[Throwing up his hands.] Noise in the world!
Roope.
When you're getting the finest advertisement an author could possibly desire!
Philip.
[Choking.] Advertisement——!