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 Brendel.

Not on any account. Pray do not let me give you any trouble! I will take the bagatelles with me.

Rosmer.

As you please. Come upstairs with me then.

Rebecca.

Let me go. Madam Helseth and I will see to it.

Brendel.

I cannot think of suffering this distinguished lady to

Rebecca.

Oh, nonsense! Come along, Mr. Brendel.

[She goes out to the right.

Rosmer.

[Detaining him.] Tell me—is there nothing else I can do for you?

Brendel. Upon my word, I know of nothing more. Well, yes, damn it all—now that I think of it! Johannes, do you happen to have eight crowns in your pocket?

Rosmer.

Let me see. [Opens his purse.] Here are two ten-crown notes.

Brendel.

Well well, never mind! I can take them. I can always get them changed in the town. Thanks in the meantime. Remember it was two tenners