PASQUINOT. I?
BERGAMIN. You tell the same story twenty times a day.
PASQUINOT. Why, I—
BERGAMIN. And when you sit down you swing your foot like a pendulum. At meals you roll your bread in a most disgusting manner.
PASQUINOT. Ha, you take me to task for my irritating mannerisms! But let me tell you, you are no less unpleasant. You are ridiculous and thoroughly selfish. I know now what the trouble is: the wall— with it, we were happy, now we don't live at all.
BERGAMIN. We didn't do this for ourselves, did we?
PASQUINOT. No, we did not!
BERGAMIN. It was for our children.
PASQUINOT. For our children, yes. Let us therefore suffer in silence, and regret our former liberty.
BERGAMIN. Sacrifice is the lot of parents.