Sexton (speaking from the pulpit). Catherine—here he comes!
Wife. Goodness gracious, and the sermon bell hasn't rung yet! Well, I suppose they won't ring it for a fellow like him.
[Enter Olof, looking serious and solemn. He crosses to one of the prie-dieus and kneels on it. The Sexton comes down from the pulpit and takes from the wall a surplice which he holds out to Olof.]
Olof (rising). The peace of the Lord be with you!
[The Wife curtseys and leaves the room. The Sexton holds out the vestment again.]
Olof. Leave it hanging!
Sexton. Don't you want any robe?
Olof. No.
Sexton. But it's always used. And the handkerchief?
Olof. Never mind.