) Your wife,
of course.
Rosmer. Miss West.
Brendel. A near relation, I presume. And our stranger friend
here? A colleague, I can see.
Rosmer. Mr. Kroll, master of the grammar school here.
Brendel. Kroll? Kroll? Wait a moment. Did you take the Philology
course in your student days?
Kroll. Certainly I did.
Brendel. By Jove, I used to know you, then
Kroll. Excuse me--
Brendel. Were you not--
Kroll. Excuse me--
Brendel. --one of those champions of all the virtues that got me
turned out of the Debating Society?
Kroll. Very possibly. But I disclaim any other acquaintance with
you.
Brendel. All right, all right! Nach Belieben, Mr. Kroll. I dare
say I shall get over it. Ulrik Brendel will still be himself in
spite of it.
Rebecca. Are you on your way to the town, Mr. Brendel?
Brendel. You have hit the nail on the head, ma'am. At certain
intervals I am obliged to do something for my living. I do not do
it willingly--but, enfin--when needs must--
Rosmer. My dear Mr. Brendel, will you not let me be of assistance
to you? In some way or another, I mean--
Brendel. Ah, what a proposal to come from you! Could you wish to
soil the tie that binds us together? Never, John--never!
Rosmer. But what do you propose to do in the town, then? I assure
you, you won't find it so easy--
Brendel. Leave that to me, my boy. The die is cast. The unworthy
individual who stands before you is started on an extensive
campaign--more extensive than all his former excursions put
together.
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