I've been too closely occupied with business." "Business!" there was a slight air of contempt in Carlton's voice and manner.

"I hate to hear this everlasting cant, if I must so call it, about business; as if there were nothing else in the world to think or care about.

Men bury themselves between four brick walls, and toil from morning until night, like prison-slaves; and if you talk to them about an hour's recreation for body and mind, all you can get out of them is--'Business! business!' Pah! I'm out of all patience with it.

Life was made for enjoyment as well as toil.

But come, what'll you drink?
I've preached to you until I'm as dry as a chip." The two men stepped to the bar and drank.