The Emperor
THE EMPEROR, Part 1. By Georg Ebers Volume 2. CHAPTER V. Pontius had gone to the steward's room, with a frowning brow, but it was with a smile on his strongly-marked lips, and a brisk step that he returned to his work-people. The foreman came to meet him with looks of enquiry as he said. "The steward was a little offended and with reason; but now we are capital friends and he will do what he can in the matter of lighting." In the hall of the Muses he paused outside the screen, behind which Pollux was working, and called out: "Friend sculptor, listen to me, it is high time to have supper."
For the children--well, they have more culture and therefore
they expect more of life.
BORKMAN.
[Looking at him sympathetically.] And so your children despise
you, Vilhelm?
FOLDAL.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] I haven't made much of a career,
you see--there is no denying that.
BORKMAN.
[Moving nearer to him, and laying his hand upon his arm.] Do
they not know, then, that in your young days you wrote a tragedy?
FOLDAL.
Yes, of course they know that. But it doesn't seem to make much
impression on them.
BORKMAN.
Then they don't understand these things. For your tragedy is
good. I am firmly convinced of that.
FOLDAL.
[Brightening up.] Yes, don't you think there are some good
things in it, John Gabriel? Good God, if I could only manage
THE EMPEROR, Part 1. By Georg Ebers Volume 2. CHAPTER V. Pontius had gone to the steward's room, with a frowning brow, but it was with a smile on his strongly-marked lips, and a brisk step that he returned to his work-people. The foreman came to meet him with looks of enquiry as he said. "The steward was a little offended and with reason; but now we are capital friends and he will do what he can in the matter of lighting." In the hall of the Muses he paused outside the screen, behind which Pollux was working, and called out: "Friend sculptor, listen to me, it is high time to have supper."