The peasant laborers reclaim their seats at the table by the fireplace, grinning ear to ear....
To Paddy: Egads! Haha! That was right proper o' ye, Irishman! Let us buy ye and your friends a round o' ales!
A second laborer inquires of Alphonse: What's your name, good sir?
A third laborer winks at Nacht, grinning.... This one was a hair's breadth away from showing that Sir Godfrey Bullfinch what rubbish 'is men-at-arms be! Har-har!!