Manders.
[Stops.] So you declare. But I certainly cannot recollect that I ever had a candle in my hand.
Engstrand.
And I saw as clear as daylight how your Reverence took the candle and snuffed it with your fingers, and threw away the snuff among the shavings.
Manders.
And you stood and looked on?
Engstrand.
Yes; I saw it as plain as a pike-staff, I did.
Manders.
It’s quite beyond my comprehension. Besides, it has never been my habit to snuff candles with my fingers.