with a sort of introduction. I can give you news of Ulric Brendel.
Rosmer. Has he called on you?
Kroll. No. He took up his quarters in a low public-house—in the lowest company of course—and drank and stood treat as long as he had any money. Then he began abusing the whole company as a set of disreputable blackguards—and so far he was quite right—whereupon they thrashed him and pitched him out into the gutter.
Rosmer. So he is incorrigible after all.
Kroll. He had pawned the coat too; but I am told that has been redeemed for him. Can you guess by whom?
Rosmer. Perhaps by you?
Kroll. No; by the distinguished Mr. Mortensgård.
Rosmer. Ah, indeed.
Kroll. I understand that Mr. Brendel's first visit was to the "idiot" and "plebeian."
Rosmer. Well, it was lucky for him
