Rosmer. Is that so?
Kroll. I am informed that Mr. Brendel's first visit was paid to the "idiot" and "plebeian".
Rosmer. Well, it was very lucky for him—
Kroll. Indeed it was. (Leans over the table, towards ROSMER.) Now I am coming to a matter of which, for the sake of our old—our former—friendship, it is my duty to warn you.
Rosmer. My dear fellow, what is that?
Kroll. It is this; that certain games are going on behind your back in this house.
Rosmer. How can you think that? Is it Rebec—is it Miss West you are alluding to?
Kroll. Precisely. And I can quite understand it on her part; she has been accustomed, for such a long time now, to do as she likes here. But nevertheless—
Rosmer. My dear Kroll, you are absolutely mistaken. She and I have no secrets from one another about anything whatever.
Kroll. Then has she confessed to you that she has been corresponding with the editor of the "Searchlight"?