Rebecca.
[Rises.] Of course, of course; most suitable.—Will you stay to supper this evening?
Kroll.
Yes, many thanks; I thought of staying. There is a matter I want to discuss with our good friend.—And I suppose, Miss West, in case you should take fancies into your head again, I had better come out pretty often for the future—as I used to in the old days.
Rebecca.
Oh yes, do—do. [Shakes both his hands.] Many thanks—how kind and good you are!
Kroll.
[Gruffly.] Am I? Well, that’s not what they tell me at home.
Johannes Rosmer enters by the door on the right.
Rebecca.