Rebecca.
Have you not delivered your lecture?
Brendel.
No, seductive lady. What do you think? Just as I am standing ready to pour forth the horn of plenty, I make the painful discovery that I am bankrupt.
Rebecca.
But all your unwritten works——?
Brendel.
For five-and-twenty years I have sat like a miser on his double-locked treasure-chest. And then yesterday—when I open it and want to display the treasure—there’s none there! The teeth of time had ground it into dust. There was nix and nothing in the whole concern.
Rosmer.
But are you so sure of that?