“No; but they are pale.”
“Well, then it is not a case of fainting. It may be exhaustion.”
“You know best. What shall we do?”
“Why, nothing. Yes; mind our own business.”
“With all my heart; my business just now is to offer you some restorative—a glass of wine.”
“Oh, yes! I think I see myself going into a public-house with you. Besides, I don't believe in stimulants. Strength can only enter the human body one way. I know what is the matter with me.”
“What is it?”
“I am not obliged to tell you.”
“Of course you are not obliged; but you might as well.”
“Well, then, it is Hunger.”