But the result of this first conversation was, that Baron Trampe placed himself entirely at the service of Professor Liedenbrock.
My uncle was just as courteously received by the mayor, M.Finsen, whose appearance was as military, and disposition and office as pacific, as the Governor's.
As for the bishop's suffragan, M.Picturssen, he was at that moment engaged on an episcopal visitation in the north.

For the time we must be resigned to wait for the honour of being presented to him.

But M.
Fridrikssen, professor of natural sciences at the school of Rejkiavik, was a delightful man, and his friendship became very precious to me.

This modest philosopher spoke only Danish and Latin.
He came to proffer me his good offices in the language of Horace, and I felt that we were made to understand each other.

In fact he was the only person in Iceland with whom I could converse at all.
This good-natured gentleman made over to us two of the three rooms which his house contained, and we were soon installed in it with all our luggage, the abundance of which rather astonished the good people of Rejkiavik.
"Well, Axel," said my uncle, "we are getting on, and now the worst is over." "The worst!" I said, astonished.
"To be sure, now we have nothing to do but go down." "Oh, if that is all, you are quite right; but after all, when we have gone down, we shall have to get up again, I suppose ?" "Oh I don't trouble myself about that.