"Confound you! What are you doing?" exclaimed Sellén.
"I used to do this in my college days at Upsala," said Borg.
"But you can't do that sort of thing at Stockholm!"
"Hang it all, I'm cold! I must have a fire."
"But there's no necessity to break up the floor in the middle of the room! It shows too much!"
"What does that matter to me! I don't live here. But this is too hard."
Meanwhile he had approached Sellén, and all of a sudden he pushed him and the stool over; in falling the artist dragged the pieces of cardboard with him, exposing the bare floor-packing underneath.
"Miscreant! To have a perfect timber-yard and not to say a word about it!"
"The rain's done it!"
"I don't care who's done it! Let's light a fire!"