‘Ha! ha! ha!’ laughed Maretzo; ‘they are regularly floored, poor devils!’
‘Completely finished and done up,’ coincided Kay;—‘ha! ha! ha!’
‘They are not half fellows to be done up with one night’s carouse, poor devils ha! ha! ha!’ observed Maretzo.
‘Poor weak creatures to be knocked down with a dozen or two of wine; ha! ha! ha!’ again laughed Kay.
‘Not like you and I, Kay;’ added Maretzo.
‘Not a bit of it.’
‘No comparison.’
‘A loco-foco to the moon.’
‘Half a pint of beer to a pipe of wine.’
‘They cannot stand anything!’