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!