Kroll.
[In the hall, turns.] You shall never cross my threshold again.
[He takes up his stick and goes out.
[Rosmer stands for a moment in the doorway; then shuts the door and walks up to the table.
Rosmer.
It does not matter, Rebecca. We will see it out, we two faithful friends—you[[10]] and I.
Rebecca.
What do you think he meant when he said “That was vile”?
Rosmer.
Don’t trouble about that, dear. He himself didn’t believe what was in his mind. To-morrow I will go and see him. Good-night!