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 Kroll.

We will not let you go, Rosmer. We will force you to come back to us.

Rosmer.

I can never stand where I did.

Kroll.

We shall see. You are not the man to endure standing alone.

Rosmer.

I shall not be so completely alone after all.—There are two of us to bear the loneliness together.

Kroll.

Ah! [A suspicion appears in his face.] That too! Beata's words!

Rosmer.

Beata's?

Kroll.

[Shaking off the thought.] No, no—that was vile. Forgive me.

Rosmer.

What? What do you mean?

Kroll.

Don't ask. Bah! Forgive me! Good-bye!

[Goes towards the entrance door.

Rosmer.

[Follows him.] Kroll! Our friendship must not end like this. I will come and see you to-morrow.