Kroll.
Precisely. I can quite understand it on her part. She has so long been accustomed to have everything her own way here. But nevertheless——
Rosmer.
My dear Kroll, you are utterly mistaken. She and I—we have no concealments from each other on any subject whatever.
Kroll.
Has she told you, then, that she has entered into correspondence with the editor of the “Beacon”?
Rosmer.
Oh, you are thinking of the few lines she sent by Ulric Brendel?
Kroll.
Then you have found it out. And do you approve of her entering into relations with a scurrilous scribbler, who never lets a week pass without holding me up to ridicule, both as a schoolmaster and as a public man?