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Rosmer. Yes, my dear fellow, let us make ourselves comfortable
and have a confidential talk. (Sits down on a chair facing
KROLL.)
Kroll. I have not been able to close an eye since yesterday. I
lay all night, thinking and thinking.
Rosmer. And what have you got to say to-day?
Kroll. It will take me some time, Rosmer. Let me begin with a
sort of introduction. I can give you some news of Ulrick Brendel.
Rosmer. Has he been to see you?
Kroll. No. He took up his quarters in a low-class tavern--in the
lowest kind of company, of course; drank, and stood drinks to
others, as long as he had any money left; and then began to abuse
the whole lot of them as a contemptible rabble--and, indeed, as
far as that goes he was quite right. But the result was, that he
got a thrashing and was thrown out into the gutter.
Rosmer. I see he is altogether incorrigible.
Kroll. He had pawned the coat you gave him, too, but that is
going to be redeemed for him. Can you guess by whom?
Rosmer. By yourself, perhaps?
Kroll. No. By our noble friend Mr. Mortensgaard.
Rosmer. Is that so?
Kroll. I am informed that Mr. Brendel's first visit was paid to
the "idiot" and "plebeian".
Rosmer. Well, it was very lucky for him--
Kroll. Indeed it was. (Leans over the table, towards ROSMER.) Now
I am coming to a matter of which, for the sake of our old--our
former--friendship, it is my duty to warn you.
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