Kroll. Excuse me--we do not accept weekly members.
Brendel. A la bonne heure, my good sir. Ulrik Brendel has never
been in the habit of forcing himself upon societies of that kind.
(Turns to go But I must not prolong my stay in this house, rich
as it is in memories. I must go into the town and find some
suitable lodging. I shall find a decent hotel of some kind there,
I hope?
Rebecca. Will you not have something hot to drink before you go?
Brendel. Of what nature, dear lady?
Rebecca. A cup of tea, or--
Brendel. A thousand thanks to the most generous of hostesses!--but
I do not like trespassing on private hospitality. (Waves his
hand.) Good-bye to you all! (Goes to the door, but turns back.)
Oh, by the way--John--Mr. Rosmer--will you do your former tutor a
service for old friendship's sake?
Rosmer. With the greatest of pleasure.
Brendel. Good. Well, then, lend me--just for a day or two--a
starched shirt.
Rosmer. Nothing more than that!
Brendel. Because, you see, I am travelling on foot--on this
occasion. My trunk is being sent after me.
Rosmer. Quite so. But, in that case, isn't there anything else?
Brendel. Well, I will tell you what--perhaps you have an old,
worn-out summer coat that you could spare?
Rosmer. Certainly I have.
Brendel. And if there happened to be a pair of presentable shoes
that would go with the coat
Rosmer.
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