“Oh! you work too much, when you ought to rest.”
“Why so, Georget? I am not old enough yet to give up work, I am only fifty-four! If a body was good for nothing at that age, it would be a great pity!”
“I know that you’re not old, but still your health isn’t very good, and then you didn’t use to need to work for your living.”
“Oh! my dear, we must never say such things as that, and sigh over the past! If one has been happy, so much the better; if one is so no longer, so much the worse; regrets don’t help and only make our position worse!”
“All this doesn’t give you any nice, hot, sweet drink, and that is what you must have!”
“Don’t despair, we are not altogether without resources. You know that I have—your father’s watch; and if it is absolutely necessary, why——”
“What’s that you say! my father’s watch, which you think so much of! the only thing of his that you have! part with that? No, I won’t have it. Wait—suppose I should go and stand in front of some theatre?”
“What an idea! They are all over, all closed at this time of night.”
“Never mind; in front of a restaurant, I may still get something to do.”
“I don’t want you to go out; it’s too late.”