This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...will come? That they mu s t, must, must come to me some day? Do you not believe it? Seating himself again on the sofa. I firmly believe it. I am immovably convinced--I k now that they will come. If I had not been certain of that I would have put a bullet through my head long ago. Ea: ultantly. But they will come! They will come sure enough! You shall see! I expect them any day, any moment. And you see, I hold myself in readiness to receive them. life Ah, no--I dare not think of it'! Looking at him. Do you know what I sometimes feel like? FOLDAL. What? BORKMAN. I feel like a Napoleon who has been maimed in his FOLDAL. Placing his hand upon his portfolio have that feeling too. BORKMAN. Oh, well, that is on a smaller scale, of course. FOLDAL. Quietly. My little world of poetry is very precious to me, John Gabriel. BORKMAN. Vehemently. Yes, but think of me, who could have created millions! All the mines I should have controlled! New veins innumerable! And the water-falls! And the quarries! And the trade routes, and steamshiplines all the wide world over! I would have organised it came, he turned against me the weapons I myself had placed in his hands. all--I alone! Fonnsn. Yes, I know, I know. There was nothing in the world iyou would have shrunk from. FoLDAL. Of I have never been able to understand why he course, there were whispers of all sorts at the time. BORKMAN. What were the whispers? Tell me. You see I know nothing. For I had to go straight into--into isolation. What did people whisper, Vilhelm? FoLDAL. You were to have gone into the Cabinet, they said. BORKMAN. I was ofiered a portfolio, but I refused it. FoLDAL. Then it wasn't there you stood in his way? BORKMAN. Oh, no; that was not the reason he betrayed me. FoLDAL....