"I've been there once."
"Then perhaps you know Ygberg, the Socialist, who leads the people astray? I am the landlord's deputy—Smith owns the property—I live there rent free on condition that I collect the rents; whenever the rents are not forthcoming, the people talk nonsense which he has put into their heads about capital and labour, and other things which fill the columns of the Socialistic press."
Falk did not reply.
"Do you know Ygberg?"
"Yes, I do. But won't you try on my dress-coat now?"
Struve tried it on, put his own damp coat over it, buttoned it up to the chin, lit the chewed-up end of his cigar, impaled on a match, and went.
Falk lighted him downstairs.
"You've a long way to go," he said, merely to say something.
"The Lord knows it! And I have no umbrella."
"And no overcoat. Would you like my winter coat?"