Sexton. Don't you want any robe?

Olof. No.

Sexton. But it's always used. And the handkerchief?

Olof. Never mind.

Sexton. Well, I declare!

Olof. Will you please leave me alone, my friend?

Sexton. You want me to get out? But as a rule, I--

Olof. Do me the favor, please!

Sexton. Oh, well! Of course! But first I want to tell you that
you'll find the missal to the right of you as you get up, and I
have put in a stick so you'll know where to open it, and there is
a glass of water beside the book. And you mustn't forget to turn
the hour-glass, or it may chance you'll keep it up a little too
long--

Olof. Don't worry! There will be plenty of people to tell me when
to quit.

Sexton. Mercy, yes--beg your pardon! But you see, we've got our
own customs here.

Olof. Tell me, what is that depressing murmur we hear?