DE REVES. Yes, that sort of thing, you know.
PRATTLE. Good Lord! Do you make any money by it?
DE REVES. No. Hardly any.
PRATTLE. I say—why don't you chuck it?
DE REVES. Oh, I don't know. Some people seem to like my stuff, rather. That's why I go on.
PRATTLE. I'd chuck it if there's no money in it.
DE REVES. Ah, but then it's hardly in your line, is it? You'd hardly approve of poetry if there was money in it.
PRATTLE. Oh, I don't say that. If I could make as much by poetry as I can by betting I don't say I wouldn't try the poetry touch, only—
DE REVES. Only what?
PRATTLE. Oh, I don't know. Only there seems more sense in betting, somehow.