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And who would see to the house and look out for squalls ! Illness is illness , it can not be helped , and here are you -- '' `` This was not Schmucke 's idea , it is quite impossible -- '' `` That means that it was _ I _ who took it into my head to do it , does it ? Do you think that we are made of iron ? Why , if M. Schmucke had given seven or eight lessons every day and conducted the orchestra every evening at the theatre from six o'clock till half-past eleven at night , he would have died in ten days ' time . Poor man , he would give his life for you , and do you want to be the death of him ? By the authors of my days , I have never seen a sick man to match you ! Where are your senses ?