The eyes of both men were fixed on her.
"I feel," said Meldon at last, "like the village blacksmith." "There are four in Ballymoy," said the Major.

"Reilly is the man who works for me.

If you feel like him, I'm sorry for you.

He's generally drunk at this hour." "I refer," said Meldon, "to Longfellow's village blacksmith.

You're not a highly-educated man, I know, but I thought you'd have heard of him.
"'The muscles of his brawny arms Were strong as iron bands.' It's a poem which most people learn while at school.