Kroll.
Excuse me—we don’t receive members by the week.
Brendel.
À la bonne heure, Herr Pedagogue. Ulric Brendel has never forced himself into that sort of Society. [Turns.] But I must not prolong my stay in this house, so rich in memories. I must get on to the town and select a suitable lodging. I presume there is a decent hotel in the place.
Rebecca.
Mayn’t I offer you anything before you go?
Brendel.
Of what sort, gracious lady?
Rebecca.
A cup of tea, or——