"They turned up their noses at me because I had no overcoat, and I felt ashamed. But I am worn out; I'll rest for a few moments on your sofa! I've walked through the whole town and round half of it; I must try and get work to-day at a stone-mason's or I shall starve."
"Is it true that you are a member of the Workmen's Union 'Star of the North'?"
"Quite true; I'm going to lecture there on Sunday next, on Sweden."
"A good subject! Plenty to say!"
"If I should fall asleep on your sofa, don't waken me; I'm dead-beat."
"All right, old chap! Go to sleep!"
A few moments later Olle was fast asleep and snoring loudly. His head was hanging over one of the side-railings which supported his thick neck, and his legs over the other.
"Poor devil!" muttered Sellén, covering him up with his rug.
There was another knock, but as it was unfamiliar Sellén judged it wise to take no notice of it; thereupon the clamour became so furious that it dissipated his apprehensions and he opened the door to Dr. Borg and Levin. Borg was the first to speak.
"Is Falk here?"