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. (To KROLL.) May I venture to ask you, Professor--unter
uns--are there in your esteemed town any fairly decent,
respectable and spacious assembly-rooms?

Kroll. The most spacious is the hall belonging to the Working
Men's Association.

Brendel. May I ask, sir, if you have any special influence with
that no doubt most useful Association?

Kroll. I have nothing whatever to do with it.

Rebecca (to BRENDEL). You ought to apply to Peter Mortensgaard.

Brendel. Pardon, madame--what sort of an idiot is he?

Rosmer. Why do you make up your mind he is an idiot?

Brendel. Do you suppose I can't tell, from the sound of the name,
that it belongs to a plebeian?

Kroll. I did not expect that answer.

Brendel. But I will conquer my prejudices. There is nothing else