"Ah, my boy, I might have attempted something I could not achieve!"
"You? No! you'll never do that."
"Well, I hope not. How well everything has gone off to-day! I am so glad Spickbart hit the bull's eye."
"I am so glad you hit the feather," said his wife.
"Oh, there was nothing in that. Poor Spickbart is getting in years, and a little shaky; but there's a man's true spirit in him yet."
"What a bustle and noise there has been; I'm glad it's over."
"So am I, Anna. But it has been a very important meeting."
"A few of the girls wanted to get up a dance; but I knew that would never do."
"You were quite right. Let us dance when the day is won, not before."
"Art weary, man?"