I got tired of the hunt;—one might lose one’s way——
The Button-moulder.
Yes; and what does it lead to, after all?
Peer.
True enough; in the wood, and by night as well——
The Button-moulder.
There’s an old man, though, trudging. Shall we call him here?
Peer.
No, let him go. He is drunk, my dear fellow!
The Button-moulder.