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 you lent me. Good-night my own dear boy; Good-night, respected Sir.

[Goes out to the right. Rosmer takes leave of him, and shuts the door behind him.

Kroll.

Merciful Heaven—so that is the Ulric Brendel people once expected such great things of.

Rosmer.

[Quietly.] At least he has had the courage to live his life his own way. I don't think that is such a small matter either.

Kroll.

What? A life like his! I almost believe he has it in him to turn your head afresh.

Rosmer.

Oh no. My mind is quite clear now, upon all points.

Kroll.

I wish I could believe it, my dear Rosmer. You are so terribly impressionable.

Rosmer. Let us sit down. I want to talk to you.

Kroll. Yes; let us. [They seat themselves on the sofa.

Rosmer.

[After a slight pause.] Don't you think we lead a pleasant and comfortable life here?