Brendel.
Not on any account. Pray do not let me give you any trouble! I will take the bagatelles with me.
Rosmer.
As you please. Come upstairs with me then.
Rebecca.
Let me go. Madam Helseth and I will see to it.
Brendel.
I cannot think of suffering this distinguished lady to——
Rebecca.
Oh, nonsense! Come along, Mr. Brendel.