Good morning, dear. [A moment after—crocheting.] Have you seen Rector Kroll's paper this morning? There's something about you in it.
Rosmer.
Oh, indeed? [Puts down hat and stick, and takes up paper.] H'm! [Reads—then walks about the room.] Kroll has made it hot for me. [Reads some more.] Oh, this is too bad! Rebecca, they do say such nasty spiteful things! they actually call me a renegade—and I can't think why! They mustn't go on like this. All that is good in human nature will go to ruin if they're allowed to attack an excellent man like me! Only think, if I can make them see how unkind they have been!
Rebecca.
Yes, dear, in that you have a great and glorious object to attain—and I wish you may get it!
Rosmer.
Thanks. I think I shall. [Happens to look through window and jumps.] Ah, no, I shan't—never now, I have just seen——
Rebecca.
Not the White Horse, dear? We must really not overdo that White Horse!
Rosmer.