THOMAS.
There is not a man has come to sensible years that is not drunk or drinking! My own labourers and my own serving-men are sitting on counters and on barrels! I give you my word, the smell of the spirits and the porter and the shouting and the cheering within, made the hair to rise up on my scalp.
MARTIN.
And yet there is not one of them that does not feel that he could bridle the four winds.
THOMAS [sitting down in despair].
You are drunk too. I never thought you had a fancy for it.
MARTIN.
It is hard for you to understand. You have worked all your life. You have said to yourself every morning, ‘What is to be done to-day?’ and when you are tired out you have thought of the next day’s work. If you gave yourself an hour’s idleness, it was but that you might work the better. Yet it is only when one has put work away that one begins to live.
THOMAS.
It is those French wines that did it.