"I think you are impertinent, sir."
"It may seem so——"
"Out with you, sir!—or——"
The door was opened, and John was ejected. He swore to himself he would still go up for the written examination, but the next morning he overslept himself.
So even that last straw failed.
Shortly afterwards one morning a friend came and woke him.
"Do you know that W. is dead?" (W. sat at the same table in the boarding-house.)
"No!"
"Yes! he has cut his throat."
John started up, dressed himself, and hurried with his friend to the Jernbrogatan where W. lived. They rushed up the stairs and came to a dark attic.