But for one who, like you, has smudged himself out,
Neither sulphur nor potash avails in the least.
Peer.
I see; one must come to you black as a raven
To turn out a white ptarmigan? Pray what's the name
Inscribed 'neath the negative counterfeit
That you're now to transfer to the positive side?
The Lean One.
The name's Peter[1] Gynt.
Peer.
Peter Gynt? Indeed?
Is Herr Gynt himself?
The Lean One.
Yes, he vows he is.
Peer.
Well, he's one to be trusted, that same Herr Peter.
The Lean One.
You know him, perhaps?
Peer.
Oh yes, after a fashion;—
One knows all sorts of people.
The Lean One.
I'm pressed for time;
Where saw you him last?
- ↑ So in original.
