Sexton. Well, I declare!
Olof. Will you please leave me alone, my friend?
Sexton. You want me to get out? But as a rule, I—
Olof. Do me the favor, please!
Sexton. Oh, well! Of course! But first I want to tell you that you'll find the missal to the right of you as you get up, and I have put in a stick so you'll know where to open it, and there is a glass of water beside the book. And you mustn't forget to turn the hour-glass, or it may chance you'll keep it up a little too long—
Olof. Don't worry! There will be plenty of people to tell me when to quit.
Sexton. Mercy, yes—beg your pardon! But you see, we've got our own customs here.
Olof. Tell me, what is that depressing murmur we hear?
Sexton. It's some pious brother saying prayers for a poor soul. [Exit.]
Olof. "Thou therefore gird up thy loins and arise, and speak unto them all that I command thee."—God help me! (He drops on his knees at a prie-dieu; there he finds a note, which he reads.) "Don't preach to-day; your life is in danger."—The Tempter himself wrote that! (He tears the note to pieces.)