Brendel.
——one of those myrmidons of morality that got me turned out of the Debating Club?
Kroll.
Very likely. But I disclaim any closer acquaintanceship.
Brendel.
Well, well! Nach Belieben, Herr Doctor. It’s all one to me. Ulric Brendel remains the man he is for all that.
Rebecca.
You are on your way into town, Mr. Brendel?
Brendel.
You have hit it, gracious lady. At certain intervals, I am constrained to strike a blow for existence. It goes against the grain; but—enfin—imperious necessity——