ANDREW.
I did. It is not the four walls of the house keep me content. Thomas doesn’t know. Oh, no, he doesn’t know.
MARTIN.
No, he has no vision.
ANDREW.
He has not, nor any sort of a heart for a frolic.
MARTIN.
He has never heard the laughter and the music beyond.
ANDREW.
He has not, nor the music of my own little flute. I have it hidden in the thatch outside.