Kroll.
So I did, though I say it that shouldn’t. For now I have tasted blood; and they shall soon find to their cost that I am not the man to turn the other cheek——[Breaks off.] But come come—don’t let us get upon that subject this evening—it’s too painful and irritating.
Rebecca.
Oh no, don’t let us talk of it.
Kroll.
Tell me now—how do you get on at Rosmersholm, now that you are alone. Since our poor Beata——
Rebecca.
Thank you, I get on very well. Of course one feels a great blank in many ways—a great sorrow and longing. But otherwise——
Kroll.
And do you think of remaining here?—permanently, I mean.