Kroll.
What do you mean!
[Takes up his hat.
Rosmer.
[Bowing his head.] I don't quite know, my dear friend; it was Reb—— I should say Miss West's scheme.
Kroll.
H'm! [A suspicion appears in his face.] Now I begin to believe that what Beata said about schemes—— no matter. But under the circumstances, I will not stay to supper.
[Takes up his stick, and walks out.
Rosmer.
I told you he would be annoyed. I shall go to bed now. I don't want any supper. [He lights a candle, and goes out; presently his footsteps are heard overhead, as he undresses. Rebecca pulls a bell-rope.