Kroll.
To be sure it was. [Leans over the table towards Rosmer.] And that brings me to a matter it is my duty to warn you about, for our old—for our former friendship's sake.
Rosmer. My dear Kroll, what can that be?
Kroll. It is this: there are things going on behind your back in this house.
Rosmer. How can you think so? Is it Reb—is it Miss West you are aiming at?
Kroll. Precisely. I can quite understand it on her part. She has so long been accustomed to have everything her own way here. But nevertheless
Rosmer. My dear Kroll, you are utterly mistaken. She and I—we have no concealments from each other on any subject whatever.
Kroll. Has she told you, then, that she has entered into correspondence with the editor of the "Beacon"?
Rosmer. Oh, you are thinking of the few lines she sent by Ulric Brendel?
