Rosmer.
[In a low voice.] No; not now.
Kroll.
[Tries to spring up.] What is this?
Rosmer.
[Holding him.] No you must sit still—I entreat you, Kroll.
Kroll.
What can this mean? I don’t understand you. Speak plainly.
Rosmer.
A new summer has blossomed in my soul. I see with eyes grown young again. And so now I stand——