Kroll.
[Hanging up his hat in the hall.] Many thanks. [Wipes his boots.] May I come in? [Comes in, puts down his stick, sits down, and looks about him.] And how do you and Rosmer get on together, eh?
Rebecca.
Ever since your sister, Beata, went mad and jumped into the mill-race, we have been as happy as two little birds together. [After a pause, sitting down in arm-chair.] So you don't really mind my living here all alone with Rosmer? We were afraid you might, perhaps.
Kroll.
Why, how on earth—on the contrary, I shouldn't object at all if you—[looks at her meaningly]—h'm!
Rebecca.
[Interrupting, gravely.] For shame, Rector; how can you make such jokes?
Kroll.
[As if surprised.] Jokes! We do not joke in these parts—but here is Rosmer.