Kroll.
You can stand by your old friends. Do as we do. Lend a hand, with all your might.
Rebecca.
But, Rector Kroll, you know Mr. Rosmer’s distaste for public life.
Kroll.
He must get over his distaste.—You don’t keep abreast of things, Rosmer. You bury yourself alive here, with your historical collections. Far be it from me to speak disrespectfully of family trees and so forth; but, unfortunately, this is no time for hobbies of that sort. You cannot imagine the state things are in, all over the country. There is hardly a single accepted idea that hasn’t been turned topsy-turvy. It will be a gigantic task to get all the errors rooted out again.
Rosmer.
I have no doubt of it. But I am the last man to undertake such a task.
Rebecca.
And besides, I think Mr. Rosmer has come to take a wider view of life than he used to.