Mary Cassatt painting

Mary Cassatt painting
John Canty delivered himself of a furious curse and commanded a retreat; but it was too late. He and his tribe were swallowed up in that swarming hive of humanity, and hopelessly separated from each other in an instant. We are not considering that the prince was one of his tribe; Canty still kept his grip upon him. The prince's heart was beating high with hopes of escape now. A burly waterman, considerably exalted with liquor, found himself rudely shoved by Canty in his efforts to plow through the crowd; he laid his great hand on Canty's shoulder and said
Mary Cassatt painting
"Nay, whither so fast, friend? Dost canker thy soul with sordid business when all that be leal men and true make holiday?"
"Mine affairs are mine own, they concern thee not," answered Canty, roughly; "take away thy hand and let me pass."
"Sith that is thy humor, thou'lt not pass till thou'st drunk to the Prince of Wales, I tell thee that," said the waterman, barring the way resolutely.
Mary Cassatt painting