I've paid you honestly week by week; and if you can oblige me, I think you ought.

You earn money somehow.

Why can't I ?" "Are you at all particular ?" asked Dick.
"Not in the least," I answered.
Dick nodded, and looked pleased; handed me my hat, and put on his own.
"You are just the sort of man I like," he remarked, "and I would sooner trust you than any one else I know.

You ask how I contrive to earn money, seeing that all my pictures are still in my own possession.

My dear fellow, whenever my pockets are empty, and I want a ten-pound note to put into them, I make an Old Master." I stared hard at him, not at first quite understanding what he meant.
"The Old Master I can make best," continued Dick, "is Claude Lorraine, whom you may have heard of occasionally as a famous painter of classical landscapes.