Koch. Why not?
Pod. To-day!
Koch. But you gave me your word; you said that as soon as the other suitors were got rid of, you were ready to be married at once.
Pod. I’m quite willing to keep my word—only not at once. I must have at least a month breathing-time.
Koch. A month!
Pod. Of course.
Koch. Are you gone right off your head?
Pod. I can’t do with less than a month.
Koch. But, you wooden block, you, I’ve ordered the supper!... Look here, Ivàn Kouzmìch, don’t be obstinate, there’s a good fellow; get married at once!
Pod. My good man, what are you thinking of? How could I do it at once?