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 Rosmer.

Where are you going so late?

Brendel. Downhill.

Rosmer. How?

Brendel.

I am going homewards, my beloved pupil. I am home-sick for the mighty Nothingness.

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

Brendel.

You have preserved your child-like heart, Johannes. Can you grant me a loan?

Rosmer. Yes, yes, most willingly!