—At first they asked me for one barrel of wine to meet expenses, then two, then three, and now I am taxed a hogshead. I persist in my refusal.
—It is too late. Your representative has agreed that you shall give a hogshead.
—That is but too true. Cursed weakness! It seems to me that I was unwise in making him my agent; for what is there in common between the General of an army and the poor owner of a vineyard?
—You see well that there is something in common between you, were it only the wine you make, and which, in your name, he votes to himself.
—Laugh at me; I deserve it, my dear Collector. But be reasonable, and leave me the sixth hogshead at least. The interest of the debt is paid, the civil list provided for, the public service assured, and the war in Africa perpetuated. What more do you want?
—The bargain is not made with me. You must tell your desires to the General. He has disposed of your vintage.
—But what do you propose to do with this poor hogshead, the flower of my flock? Come, taste this wine. How mellow, delicate, velvety it is!
—Excellent, delicious! It will suit D——, the cloth manufacturer, admirably.
—D——, the manufacturer! What do you mean?
—That he will make a good bargain out of it.