I never heard such a string of disconnected sentences in my life.

Come, be kind, and get me a mayor that I may be married." "I tell you I will not," I cried, stubbornly.

"Go yourself." "But I cannot leave the door.

If anything should happen to her--" "Macche! What should happen to her, pray?
I will put my bench across the door, and sit there till you come back." "I am not quite sure--" he began.
"Idiot!" I exclaimed.
"Well, let us see how it looks." And with that he ousted me from my bench, and carried it, walking on tiptoe, to the entrance of Hedwig's room.

Then he placed it across the door.