Kroll. Ah! (A suspicion appears to cross his mind.) That too! Beata's words!
Rosmer. Beata's?
Kroll (dismissing the thought from his mind). No, no—that was odious of me. Forgive me.
Rosmer. What? What do you mean?
Kroll. Think no more about it. I am ashamed of it. Forgive me—and good-bye. (Goes out by the door to the hall.)
Rosmer (following him). Kroll! We cannot end everything between us like this. I will come and see you to-morrow.
Kroll (turning round in the hall). You shall not set your foot in my house. (Takes his stick and goes.)
(ROSMER stands for a while at the open door; then shuts it and comes back into the room.)
Rosmer. That does not matter, Rebecca. We shall be able to go through with it, for all that—we two trusty friends—you and I.
Rebecca. What do you suppose he meant just now when he said he was ashamed of himself?