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 Rosmer.

[Holding him.] No you must sit still—I entreat you, Kroll.

Kroll.

What can this mean? I don't understand you. Speak plainly.

Rosmer.

A new summer has blossomed in my soul. I see with eyes grown young again. And so now I stand

Kroll.

Where—where, Rosmer?

Rosmer.

Where your children stand.

Kroll.

You? You! Impossible! Where do you say you stand?

Rosmer.

On the same side as Laurits and Hilda.

Kroll.

[Bows his head.] An apostate! Johannes Rosmer an apostate!

Rosmer.

I should have felt so happy—so intensely happy, in what you call my apostasy. But nevertheless I suffered deeply; for I knew it would be a bitter sorrow to you.

Kroll.

Rosmer—Rosmer! I shall never get over this! [Looks gloomily at him.] To think that you too