He got his twenty days of bread and water;
But these—these butchers yonder—they go
free. [Clenches his fist.
I could be tempted—; hold, words have no worth,
I’ve sworn it, action only from henceforth!
Lind [coming hastily but cautiously out].
Thank God, they’re talking fashions; now’s my chance
To slip away—
Falk.
Ha, Lind, you’ve drawn the prize