[Wanders across the room and looks out at the window.] I could almost say—I wish you were right, Rector Kroll.
Kroll.
What do you mean by that? You say it so strangely.
Rebecca.
Oh, well—please let us drop the subject. Ah,—there he comes.
Kroll.
Already! Then I will go.
Rebecca.
[Goes towards him.] No—please stay. There is something I want you to hear.
Kroll.