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"
Was
n't
he
there
?
"
"
No
.
Drive
to
Tomtegaden
,
No.
11
.
"
I
was
in
a
state
of
the
most
violent
excitement
,
and
imparted
something
of
the
same
feeling
to
the
driver
.
He
evidently
thought
it
was
a
matter
of
life
and
death
,
and
he
drove
on
,
without
further
ado
.
He
whipped
up
the
horse
sharply
.
"
What
's
the
man
's
name
?
"
he
inquired
,
turning
round
on
the
box
.
"
Kierulf
,
a
dealer
in
wool
--
Kierulf
.
"
And
the
driver
,
too
,
thought
this
was
a
man
one
would
not
be
likely
to
make
any
mistake
about
.
"
Did
n't
he
generally
wear
a
light
morning
,
coat
?
"
"
What
!
"
I
cried
;
"
a
light
morning-coat
?
Are
you
mad
?
Do
you
think
it
is
a
tea-cup
I
am
inquiring
about
?
"
This
light
morning-coat
came
most
inopportunely
;
it
spoilt
the
whole
man
for
me
such
as
I
had
fancied
him
.
"
What
was
it
you
said
he
was
called
?
--
Kierulf
?
"
"
Of
course
,
"
I
replied
.
"
Is
there
anything
wonderful
in
that
?
The
name
does
n't
disgrace
any
one
.
"
"
Has
n't
he
red
hair
?
"
