Orla Lehmann, in
the meantime, had in all probability not bestowed a thought on the whole
matter and long since forgotten all about it.
In any case he never referred to the subject again in after years, when
we frequently met.
Among Broechner's private pupils was a young student. Kristian Moeller, by
name, who devoted himself exclusively to philosophy, and of whom
Broechner was particularly fond. He had an unusually keen intelligence,
inclined to critical and disintegrating research. His abilities were
very promising, inasmuch as it seemed that he might be able to establish
destructive verdicts upon much that was confused, or self-
contradicting, but nevertheless respected; in other respects he had a
strangely infertile brain. He had no sudden inspirations, no
imagination. It could not be expected that he would ever bring forward
any specially new thoughts, only that he would penetrate confusion,
think out errors to the bottom, and, with the years, carry out a process
of thorough cleansing.
But before he had accomplished any independent work his lungs became
affected. It was not at once perceived how serious the affection was,
and Orla Lehmann, who, with the large-mindedness and open-handedness of
a patriot, had taken him up, as well as sundry other young men who
promised well or were merely poor, not only invited him to his weekly
dinner-parties at Frederiksberg, but sent him to Upsala, that he might
study Swedish philosophy there.
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