Peer.
Impossible! However, enough for the day[[133]]—!
My dear man, allow me a loan of myself;
I’ll be back again shortly. One is born only once,
And one’s self, as created, one fain would stick to.
Come, are we agreed?
The Button-moulder.
Very well then, so be it.
But remember, we meet at the next cross-roads.
[Peer Gynt runs off.