loath to trespass on private hospitality. [Waves his hand.] Farewell, gentlefolks all! [Goes towards the door, but turns again.] Oh, by the way—Johannes—Pastor Rosmer—for the sake of our ancient friendship, will you do your former teacher a service?
Rosmer.
Yes, with all my heart.
Brendel.
Good. Then lend me—for a day or two—a starched shirt—with cuffs.
Rosmer. Nothing else?
Brendel.
For you see I am travelling on foot—at present. My trunk is being sent after me.
Rosmer. Quite so. But is there nothing else?
Brendel.
Well, do you know—perhaps you could spare me an oldish, well-worn summer overcoat.
Rosmer. Yes, yes; certainly I can.
Brendel.
And if a respectable pair of boots happened to go along with the coat
Rosmer.
That we can manage too. As soon as you let us know your address, we will send the things in.
