“Well, now!—he has changed even his very name!”
“Bonifacius,” said Madame Snobs, “the way you are taking to drink is disgraceful! You didn’t come home till nearly morning, and now you want to go out again before dinner-time! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. If I was a man like that, I would drop into the ground for shame!”
“You are quite right, wife,” said Snobs; “just give me the key of the cellar.”
Snobs was for some time Justice of the Peace at Bommerskonten, and is now Mayor of that village. The first time he celebrated a marriage there, he asked the bride—
“Do you take Kobe Kullemans, who is standing beside you, for your husband?”
“Yes, sir,” replied the bride.
“Prisoner at the bar,” continued Snobs, “what have you to say in your defence?”