"My money—what for?"
"For one reason, because you have no need to keep it in your pocket—you may lose it."
"Or drink it away, you mean?"
"Well! then you know what I have to pay, that I owe for my last confinement to the doctor, and the tailor has called——"
"The tailor! You are tricking me out nicely! Monsieur must have his tailor, now, like a fund-holder. And a doctor is to be paid by a workman—there's another good-for-nothing to be put down!"
The blacksmith seized the bottle of wine that was within his reach and refilled his glass.
"Jacques," said Marianne, now become slightly pale, "what is the matter with you to-day? I have never seen you like this before."
"I have had enough of this sort of life; it is time to end it, and that we should know a little whether it is not the man who makes the harvest that is to eat the corn."
"Oh!" cried Marianne, "I was sure you had been drinking."
"Yes, I have, but that's neither here nor there. I tell you that at the factory we've had enough of sweating, and have revolted at last."