Thursday translation attempt: lang und hager

Although he had suffered from this hour [Obwohl er diese Stunde auskostete; I'm not really sure if he enjoyed the hour or suffered from it], he held to his routine.  Before stepping across a busy street he hesitated a bit.  He preferred to keep an even pace; in order not to hurry, he waited for a favorable moment.  Then someone called out loudly to someone else: "Can you tell me where Mutstraße is?" The questioned person didn't reply.  Kien was surprised; there were silent people aside from him on the open street.  Without looking up, he listened close.  How would the questioner react to this silence.  "Pardon me, please, could you perhaps tell me where Mutstraße is?"  He increased his politeness; his luck remained meager.  The other said nothing.  "I believe you have heard me.  I would like to ask you for some information.  Perhaps you could be a friend and tell me how I might find Mutstraße."  Kien's thirst for knowledge was awoken; he knew no curiosity.  He intended to have a look at the silent person, supposing that he persisted even now in his silence.  Doubtless the man was thinking and wanted to ignore every interruption.  Again he said nothing.  Kien commended him.  Among thousands one person with character, who resisted chance events.  "Hey, are you deaf?" cried the first man.  Now the second will retaliate, thought Kien, and began to lose his pleasure in his protege.  Who controlled his mouth when someone insulted him? He turned towards the street; the moment to cross it had come.  Astounded at the continuing silence, he held back.  Still the second said nothing.  A correspondingly stronger outbreak of his anger was to be expected.  Kien hoped for a fight.  If the second proved to be the usual sort, then he, Kien, would remain undisputably what he considered himself to be: the only one with a character who was walking here.  He considered whether he should already look back.  The course of events was playing out to his right.  The first man was raging: "You have no manners! I asked you in all politeness! What's gotten into you? You brute! Are you dumb?" The second remained silent. "You will apologize! I don't care about Mutstraße! Anyone can show me that! But you will apologize! Listen!" The other didn't listen. Thus he climbed in the esteem of the eavesdropper.  "I'll hand you over to the police! You'll know who I am! You skeleton! And this is supposed to be an educated man! Where did you get your clothes? From the pawnshop! That's how you look! What are you holding under your arm there? I'll show you yet!  Go hang yourself! You know what you are?"

[Then the man hits Kien and steals his bag, for he all along was the second party.]