“Couldn’t you get a patent?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I’ll be bound I’d have got a patent.”
“Oh! no, I don’t think so.”
“I tell you what, you ought to turn your talents to account,” said his friend.
“Yes, I know I ought.”
“You could be a rich man.”
“But I don’t care to be rich.”
“What! Oh! nonsense. Everyone does.”
“I do not. I want to live.”