PEPEL [roughly] What did you climb on that stove for?
LUKA. Where was I to go?
PEPEL. Why—didn’t you go out into the hall?
LUKA. The hall’s too cold for an old fellow like myself, brother.
PEPEL. You overheard?
LUKA. Yes—I did. How could I help it? Am I deaf? Well, my boy, happiness is coming your way. Real, good fortune I call it!
PEPEL [suspiciously] What good fortune—?
LUKA. In so far as I was lying on the stove . . .
PEPEL. Why did you make all that noise?