Kroll.
Never; never. The barb will always rankle. Things can never be as they were.
Rosmer.
Listen to me, Kroll. We have been fast friends for many and many a year. Does it seem to you conceivable that our friendship should ever go to wreck?
Kroll.
I know of nothing in the world that could estrange us. What puts that into your head?
Rosmer.
You attach such paramount importance to uniformity of opinions and views.
Kroll.
No doubt; but we two are in practical agreement—at any rate on the great essential questions.