“What next?”
“You are travelling for some anonymous society, that trades in musket shots.”
“Are you a coward?”
“I burned powder in July, I can tell you—make no mistakes!”
“You would not mind burning some again?”
“Just as well that sort of fireworks as any other. Only I find revolutions more agreeable than useful; all that I got from the barricades of the three days was burnt breeches and a lost jacket. All the cause won by me, with its ‘Forward! March!’ says.”
“You know many of Hardy’s workmen?”
“Oh! that’s why you have brought me down here?”
“Yes—you will meet with many of the workmen from the factory.”
“Men from Hardy’s take part in a row? No, no; they are too well off for that. You have been sold.”