Голод

           Theofficerondutyrepeatedconstantlytothepolicemanathisside,"Didhegetaticket?Don’tforgettogivethemtickets;theylookasiftheywantedameal!"

           AndIstoodandlookedatthesetickets,andwishedIhadone.

           "AndreasTangen—journalist."

           Iadvancedandbowed.

           "But,mydearfellow,howdidyoucomehere?"

           Iexplainedthewholestateofthecase,repeatedthesamestoryaslastnight,liedwithoutwinking,liedwithfrankness—hadbeenoutratherlate,worseluck...café...lostdoor-key....

           "Yes,"hesaid,andhesmiled;"that’stheway!Didyousleepwellthen?"

           Ianswered,"LikeaCabinetMinister—likeaCabinetMinister!"

           "Iamgladtohearit,"hesaid,andhestoodup."Good-morning."

           AndIwent!

           Aticket!aticketformetoo!Ihavenoteatenformorethanthreelongdaysandnights.Aloaf!Butnooneofferedmeaticket,andIdarednotdemandone.Itwouldhaverousedsuspicionatonce.Theywouldbegintopoketheirnosesintomyprivateaffairs,anddiscoverwhoIreallywas;theymightarrestmeforfalsepretences;andso,withelevatedhead,thecarriageofamillionaire,andhandsthrustundermycoat-tails,Istrideoutoftheguard-house.

           Thesunshonewarmly,earlyasitwas.Itwasteno’clock,andthetrafficinYoung’sMarketwasinfullswing.