PILLORY. Well, I dreamt--can you imagine it?--that a reformer came
to the city.

STATUE. What--a reformer? [Stamps.] Hell! how cold your feet get
standing here; but what does one not do for glory's sake! A
reformer? Then he, too, is to have a statue?

PILLORY. A statue--well, hardly! No, he had to play statue himself,
at my feet, while I clasped him around the neck with both arms.
[Neck-irons clash.] You see, he was a real reformer, and not a
charlatan, such as you were in life!

STATUE. Oh, bosh! You should be put to shame!

PILLORY. I should--but I always have justice on my side. [Swings
switch.]

STATUE. What, then, was his specialty?

PILLORY. He was a reformer in street paving.

STATUE. In street paving? Pestilence and cowardice! He dabbles,
then, in my profession. [Bumps into female statue.]

PILLORY. No; he does intelligently what you dabbled in, and you
wouldn't be standing where you are had you not been the
burgomaster's father-in-law!

STATUE. Was not I the one who carried out the new idea of