Kroll.
What good would it have done for me to come torturing and harassing you still further? I took all she said for mere wild, empty ravings—until yesterday evening.
Rosmer.
Then you have now changed your opinion?
Kroll.
Did not Beata see quite clearly when she declared you were about to desert the faith of your fathers?
Rosmer.
[Looks fixedly, straight before him.] I cannot understand it. It is the most incomprehensible thing in the world.
Kroll.
Incomprehensible or not—there it is. And now I ask you, Rosmer,—how much truth is there in her other accusation? The last one, I mean.