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 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.