"A pleasant journey to you!" cried the pugnacious doctor, running a few steps after him, like a cock whose adversary has left him master of the arena. "A pleasant journey!" he called once more through the open door, which he then, snorting wrath and scorn, flung furiously to.
"You have lost your place here," said the superintendent, seriously.
"At all events, the fellow will know my opinion of him," crowed the doctor.
"What does that matter?" asked the superintendent. "But that you should be physician here matters much, and to me most of all. We must try to repair this in some way."
The superintendent walked up and down the room with slow steps, his hands clasped behind his back, as was his custom; the doctor stood first upon one foot and then upon the other, looking greatly ashamed and confused.
"What is it?" asked the superintendent of a turnkey, who entered at that moment with an agitated face.
"There is a crowd of people here, Herr Superintendent."
"Where?"
"At the gate."
"What kind of people?"