[With a touch of bitterness.] Father was a martinet at home as well as in his regiment.
Kroll.
Thank him in his grave for that, my dear Rosmer.—Well!
Madam Helseth opens the door on the right for Ulric Brendel, and then withdraws, shutting the door behind him. He is a handsome man, with grey hair and beard; somewhat gaunt, but active and well set up. He is dressed like a common tramp; threadbare frock-coat; worn-out shoes; no shirt visible. He wears an old pair of black gloves, and carries a soft, greasy felt hat under his arm, and a walking-stick in his hand.
Ulric Brendel.
[Hesitates at first, then goes quickly up to the Rector, and holds out his hand.] Good evening, Johannes!
Kroll.
Excuse me——
Brendel.
Did you expect to see me again? And within these hated walls too?