My humble dwelling is not very luxurious, but let your honour imagine that it is a hunting hut in the forest." "But where then will your reverence sleep ?" "I'll go out to the bee-house.

I can sleep there excellently well, I have a couch of linden leaves." "Nay, but I also love to sleep on linden leaves, covered with my _bunda_.[44] I'll lie there to-night.

I am accustomed to sleeping in the open air at night, and you are an old man"-- he forgot that he was one himself--"I could never permit you to sacrifice your comfort for my sake." [Footnote 44: A sheepskin mantle.] The clergyman paused for an instant like one who is suddenly struck by a new and odd idea.
"You said just now that you had insulted Hatszegi, did you not ?" he asked.
"Well--yes!--if you _must_ know." "Grossly ?" "Yes, and most deliberately." "Very good, I only asked the question out of curiosity.

You shall have the choice of your resting place, where would you like to sleep ?" "I choose the bee-house." "Good.

It is true that the night air is not very good for me.