de Reves (removing the screen altogether): That is all. What do you make of it?

[An altar of Greek design, shaped like a pedestal, is revealed. Papers litter the floor all about it.

Prattle: I say—you always were an untidy devil.

de Reves: Well, what do you make of it?

Prattle: It reminds me of your room at Eton.

de Reves: My room at Eton?

Prattle: Yes, you always had papers all over your floor.

de Reves: Oh, yes——

Prattle: And what are these?

de Reves: All these are poems; and this is my altar to Fame.