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 Rebecca.

Then he is still alive.

Rosmer.

I heard he had joined a company of strolling players.

Kroll.

When last I heard of him, he was in the House of Correction.

Rosmer.

Ask him to come in, Madam Helseth.

Madam Helseth.

Oh, very well. [She goes out.

Kroll.

Are you really going to let a man like that into your house?

Rosmer.

You know he was once my tutor.

Kroll.

Yes, I know he went and crammed your head full of revolutionary ideas, until your father showed him the door—with his horsewhip.

Rosmer.

[With a touch of bitterness.] Father was a martinet at home as well as in his regiment.

Kroll.

Thank him in his grave for that, my dear Rosmer.—Well!