DICK PRATTLE.—A Lieutenant-Major of the Royal Horse Marines.
FAME.
(The POET is sitting at a table, writing. Enter DICK PRATTLE.)
PRATTLE. Hullo, Harry.
DE REVES. Hullo, Dick. Good Lord, where are you from?
PRATTLE (casually). The ends of the Earth.
DE REVES. Well, I'm damned!
PRATTLE. Thought I'd drop in and see how you were getting on.
DE REVES. Well, that's splendid. What are you doing in London?
PRATTLE. Well, I wanted to see if I could get one or two decent ties to wear,—you can get nothing out there,—then I thought I'd have a look and see how London was getting on.