Wife. Lord have mercy, what a sinful life they must have lived in here!
Sexton. Catherine dear!
Wife. Yes, dear.
Sexton. Do you know I am not feeling quite well. This place is so damp and cold.
Wife. Perhaps we had better go home?
Sexton. Oh, I think I must sit down and rest on the bench here.
Wife. You shouldn't sit down in all this dampness and cold. Let us get back into the church.
Sexton. No, I think it was still colder out there.
Wife. You haven't a fever, have you?
Sexton. I almost think I have—I'm so hot.