Beata’s——?
Kroll.
[Shaking off the thought.] No, no—that was vile. Forgive me.
Rosmer.
What? What do you mean?
Kroll.
Don’t ask. Bah! Forgive me! Good-bye!
[Goes towards the entrance door.
Rosmer.
[Follows him.] Kroll! Our friendship must not end like this. I will come and see you to-morrow.