Oh, we are drunk; that is all. Go and call down the rest of the town. It is so cold and miserable up there.
No, no; I dare not ascend into the street. If I were to do so I should find her waiting for me, and raging like a wild beast. She would kill me, to a certainty.
Well, there are enough of us here already, so let us have some more liquor, and be merry.
No, no! It only gives me the horrors. I have been shaking with them this many an hour past.
Better the horrors than real life. Who would want to be sober, and to go back to real life?
Not I!
Nor I! I would rather stay down here. No, I have no wish to go back to life.
Nor has any one else.
O my God, my God!
Why does the Man come here? He drinks little, but he sits much. We don't want his company.