[Seeing the sandwiches, &c.] Sandwiches? Then you are going! Why, on earth—I can't understand!
Rebecca.
Dear, you never can. Rosmershölm is too much for me. But how did you get on with Kroll?
Rosmer.
We have made it up. He has convinced me that the work of ennobling men was several sizes too large for me—so I am going to let it alone——
Rebecca.
[With her faint smile.] There I almost think, dear, that you are wise.
Rosmer.
[As if annoyed.] What, so you don't believe in me either, Rebecca—you never did!
[Sits listlessly on chair.