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 Madam Helseth opens the door on the right for Ulric Brendel, and then withdraws, shutting the door behind him. He is a handsome man, with grey hair and beard; somewhat gaunt, but active and well set up. He is dressed like a common tramp; threadbare frock-coat; worn-out shoes; no shirt visible. He wears an old pair of black gloves, and carries a soft, greasy felt hat under his arm, and a walking-stick in his hand.

Ulric Brendel.

[Hesitates at first, then goes quickly up to the Rector, and holds out his hand.] Good evening, Johannes!

Kroll.

Excuse me

Brendel.

Did you expect to see me again? And within these hated walls too?

Kroll.

Excuse me[Pointing.] There

Brendel.

[Turns.] Right. There he is. Johannes—my boy—my best-beloved!

Rosmer.

[Takes his hand.] My old teacher.

Brendel.

Notwithstanding certain painful memories, I could not pass by Rosmersholm without paying you a flying visit.