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"
It
is
perhaps
on
the
first
floor
.
I
only
wanted
,
in
any
case
,
to
recommend
a
man
I
know
,
in
whom
I
am
interested
;
my
name
is
Wedel-Jarlsberg
,
"
3
and
I
bowed
again
and
drew
back
.
The
young
lady
blushed
crimson
,
and
in
her
embarrassment
could
not
stir
from
the
spot
,
but
stood
and
stared
after
me
as
I
descended
the
stairs
.
My
calm
had
returned
to
me
,
and
my
head
was
clear
.
The
lady
's
saying
that
she
had
nothing
for
me
today
had
acted
upon
me
like
an
icy
shower
.
So
it
had
gone
so
far
with
me
that
any
one
might
point
at
me
,
and
say
to
himself
,
"
There
goes
a
beggar
--
one
of
those
people
who
get
their
food
handed
out
to
them
at
folk
's
back-doors
!
"
I
halted
outside
an
eating-house
in
Möller
Street
,
and
sniffed
the
fresh
smell
of
meat
roasting
inside
;
my
hand
was
already
upon
the
door-handle
,
and
I
was
on
the
point
of
entering
without
any
fixed
purpose
,
when
I
bethought
myself
in
time
,
and
left
the
spot
.
On
reaching
the
market
,
and
seeking
for
a
place
to
rest
for
a
little
,
I
found
all
the
benches
occupied
,
and
I
sought
in
vain
all
round
outside
the
church
for
a
quiet
seat
,
where
I
could
sit
down
.
Naturally
,
I
told
myself
,
gloomily
--
naturally
,
naturally
;
and
I
commenced
to
walk
again
.
I
took
a
turn
round
the
fountain
at
the
corner
of
the
bazaar
,
and
swallowed
a
mouthful
of
water
.
On
again
,
dragging
one
foot
after
the
other
;
stopped
for
a
long
time
before
each
shop
window
;
halted
,
and
watched
every
vehicle
that
drove
by
.
I
felt
a
scorching
heat
in
my
head
,
and
something
pulsated
strangely
in
my
temples
.
The
water
I
had
drunk
disagreed
with
me
fearfully
,
and
I
retched
,
stopping
here
and
there
to
escape
being
noticed
in
the
open
street
.
In
this
manner
I
came
up
to
Our
Saviour
's
Cemetery
.
I
sat
down
here
,
with
my
elbows
on
my
knees
and
my
head
in
my
hands
.
In
this
cramped
position
I
was
more
at
ease
,
and
I
no
longer
felt
the
little
gnawing
in
my
chest
.
A
stone-cutter
lay
on
his
stomach
on
a
large
slab
of
granite
,
at
the
side
of
me
,
and
cut
inscriptions
.
He
had
blue
spectacles
on
,
and
reminded
me
of
an
acquaintance
of
mine
,
whom
I
had
almost
forgotten
.
If
I
could
only
knock
all
shame
on
the
head
and
apply
to
him
.
Tell
him
the
truth
right
out
,
that
things
were
getting
awfully
tight
with
me
now
;
ay
,
that
I
found
it
hard
enough
to
keep
alive
.
I
could
give
him
my
shaving
-
tickets
.
Zounds
!
my
shaving-tickets
;
tickets
for
nearly
a
shilling
.
I
search
nervously
for
this
precious
treasure
.
As
I
do
not
find
them
quickly
enough
,
I
spring
to
my
feet
and
search
,
in
a
sweat
of
fear
.
I
discover
them
at
last
in
the
bottom
of
my
breast-pocket
,
together
with
other
papers
--
some
clean
,
some
written
on
--
of
no
value
.
I
count
these
six
tickets
over
many
times
,
backwards
and
forwards
;
I
had
not
much
use
for
them
;
it
might
pass
for
a
whim
--
a
notion
of
mine
--
that
I
no
longer
cared
to
get
shaved
.
