Peter Mortensgård enters softly and quietly from the left. He is a small, wiry man with thin reddish hair and beard.
Kroll.
[With a look of hatred.] Ah, here we have the “Beacon”—burning at Rosmersholm! [Buttons his coat.] Well, now I can no longer hesitate what course to steer.
Mortensgård.
[Deferentially.] The “Beacon” may always be relied upon to light the Rector home.
Kroll.
Yes; you have long shown your goodwill. To be sure there’s a commandment about bearing false witness against your neighbour——
Mortensgård.
Rector Kroll need not instruct me in the commandments.
Kroll.