"Well?" said Hinde to John when Cream had left them.
"I'd rather sell happorths of tea and sugar than write the kind of play
he wants," John replied.
Hinde paused for a few moments. Then he said, "Why don't you sell tea
and sugar. You've got a shop, haven't you?"
"Because I'm going to write books," John answered tartly.
"I see," said Hinde.