Rebecca.
Things must go with me as they will. It doesn't greatly matter.
Kroll.
Not a word of remorse! Is it possible you feel none?
Rebecca.
[Coldly putting aside his question.] Excuse me, Rector Kroll—that is a matter which concerns no one but me. I must settle it with myself.
Kroll.
[To Rosmer.] And this is the woman you are living under the same roof with—in the closest intimacy! [Looks round at the pictures.] Oh if those that are gone could see us now!
Rosmer.
Are you going back to town?
Kroll.
[Takes up his hat.] Yes. The sooner the better.
Rosmer.
[Does the same.] Then I will go with you.
Kroll.
Will you! Ah yes, I was sure we had not lost you for good.
Rosmer.
Come then, Kroll! Come!
[Both go out through the hall without looking at Rebecca.
[After a moment, Rebecca goes cautiously to the window and looks out through the flowers.
