Koch. What’s there in her you like so much?
Zhev. To tell you the truth, she took my fancy because she is plump. I’m a great connoisseur in feminine plumpness.
Koch. (looking askance at him; aside). The old mummy may give himself airs; but he’s for all the world like a pouch with the tobacco shaken out. (Aloud.) No; you have no business to be married at all.
Zhev. Why so?
Koch. It’s plain enough why. Look what your figure’s like! Between ourselves, you’ve got a leg like a chicken’s.
Zhev. A chicken’s?
Koch. Certainly. Just see what you look like.
Zhev. What do you mean, though, about a chicken’s leg?
Koch. Just simply a chicken’s.
Zhev. It appears to me, sir, that this approaches to a personality....