Kroll.
Excuse me——[Pointing.] There——
Brendel.
[Turns.] Right. There he is. Johannes—my boy—my best-beloved——!
Rosmer.
[Takes his hand.] My old teacher.
Brendel.
Notwithstanding certain painful memories, I could not pass by Rosmersholm without paying you a flying visit.
Rosmer.
You are heartily welcome here now. Be sure of that.