Rebecca.
[Rises.] Of course, of course; most suitable.—Will you stay to supper this evening?
Kroll.
Yes, many thanks; I thought of staying. There is a matter I want to discuss with our good friend.—And I suppose, Miss West, in case you should take fancies into your head again, I had better come out pretty often for the future—as I used to in the old days.
Rebecca.
Oh yes, do—do. [Shakes both his hands.] Many thanks—how kind and good you are!
Kroll.
[Gruffly.] Am I? Well, that's not what they tell me at home.
Johannes Rosmer enters by the door on the right.
Rebecca.
Mr. Rosmer, do you see who is here?
Johannes Rosmer.
Madam Helseth told me.
[Rector Kroll has risen.
Rosmer.
[Gently and softly, pressing his hands.] Welcome back to this house, my dear Kroll. [Lays his hands on Kroll's shoulders and looks into his eyes.] My dear old friend! I knew that sooner or later things would come all right between us.
Kroll.
Why, my dear fellow—do you mean to say you
