Brendel.
I thank my bountiful hostess—but I am always loath to trespass on private hospitality. [Waves his hand.] Farewell, gentlefolks all! [Goes towards the door, but turns again.] Oh, by the way—Johannes—Pastor Rosmer—for the sake of our ancient friendship, will you do your former teacher a service?
Rosmer.
Yes, with all my heart.
Brendel.
Good. Then lend me—for a day or two—a starched shirt—with cuffs.
Rosmer.
Nothing else?
Brendel.
For you see I am travelling on foot—at present. My trunk is being sent after me.