Rosmer.
Something has happened to you, Mr. Brendel! What is it?
Brendel.
So you observe the transformation? Yes—well you may. When I last set foot in these halls—I stood before you as a man of substance, and slapped my breast-pocket.
Rosmer.
Indeed! I don’t quite understand——
Brendel.
But as you see me this night, I am a deposed monarch on the ash-heap that was my palace.
Rosmer.
If there is anything I can do for you——