Rebecca. You must let me tell you frankly.
Rosmer (quickly). No, no; be quiet. Not just now!
Rosmer soon does it himself (p. 28):
Kroll. We two are in practical agreement—at any rate, on the great essential questions.
Rosmer (in a low voice). No; not now.
Kroll (tries to jump 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——
Kroll. Where? where, Rosmer?