However, I ate a few prawns and the wing of a chicken and drank half a glass of tokay, which he had himself, he told me, brought from the Konigsberg cellars.
Erik did not eat or drink.

I asked him what his nationality was and if that name of Erik did not point to his Scandinavian origin.

He said that he had no name and no country and that he had taken the name of Erik by accident.
"After lunch, he rose and gave me the tips of his fingers, saying he would like to show me over his flat; but I snatched away my hand and gave a cry.

What I had touched was cold and, at the same time, bony; and I remembered that his hands smelt of death.

'Oh, forgive me!' he moaned.