Gustaf (looking hard at Gert). I suppose you have had a share in
those outrages in the city churches?

Gert. Of course, I have! No sane person could behave so madly. We
wanted only to make a few minor alterations in the style. They
seemed too low in the ceiling.

Gustaf. What do you really want?

Gert. Oh, we want a great deal, although we haven't got through
with one-half of it yet. Yes, we want so many things and we want
them so quickly, that our reason cannot keep pace with them, and
that's why it has been lagging behind a little. Yes, we wish
among other things to change the furnishings a little in the
churches, and to remove the windows because the air seems so
musty. Yes, and there is a lot more we want, but that will have
to wait for a while.

Gustaf (to Olof). That's a perilous disease--for anything
else it cannot be.

Olof. Who knows?

Gustaf. Now I am tired. You'll have a fortnight in which to get
ready. Your hand that you will help me!

Olof. I will do my part.

Gustaf. Give orders to have Rink and Knipperdollink sent to
Malmo.