Kroll.
[Hanging up his hat in the hall.] Many thanks. [Wipes his boots.] May I come in? [Comes in, puts down his stick, sits down, and looks about him.] And how do you and Rosmer get on together, eh?
Rebecca.
Ever since your sister, Beata, went mad and jumped into the mill-race, we have been as happy as two little birds together. [After a pause, sitting down in arm-chair.] So you don't really mind my living here all alone with Rosmer? We were afraid you might, perhaps.
Kroll.
Why, how on earth—on the contrary, I shouldn't object at all if you—[looks at her meaningly]—h'm!
Rebecca.
[Interrupting, gravely.] For shame, Rector; how can you make such jokes?
Kroll.
[As if surprised.] Jokes! We do not joke in these parts—but here is Rosmer.
[Enter Rosmer, gently and softly.
Rosmer.
So, my dear old friend, you have come again, after a year's absence. [Sits down.] We almost thought that——
Kroll.
[Nods.] So Miss West was saying—but you are quite mistaken. I merely thought I might remind you, if I came, of our poor Beata's suicide, so I kept away. We Norwegians are not without our simple tact.
Rosmer.
It was considerate—but unnecessary. Reb—I mean, Miss West—and I often allude to the incident, do we not?
Rebecca.
[Strikes Tändstickor.] Oh yes, indeed. [Lighting lamp.] Whenever we feel a little more cheerful than usual.
Kroll.
You dear good people! [Wanders up the room.] I came because the Spirit of Revolt has crept into my School. A Secret Society has existed for weeks in the Lower Third! To-day it has come to my knowledge that a booby trap was prepared for me by the hand of my own son, Laurits, and I then discovered that a hair had been inserted in my cane by my daughter Hilda! The only way in which a right-minded Schoolmaster can combat this anarchic and subversive spirit is to start a newspaper, and I thought that you, as a weak, credulous, inexperienced and impressionable kind of man, were the very person to be the Editor.
[Rebecca laughs softly, as if to herself. Rosmer jumps up and sits down again.
Rebecca.
[With a look at Rosmer.] Tell him now!
Rosmer.
[Returning the look.] I can't—Some other evening. Well, perhaps—— [To Kroll.] I can't be your Editor—because [in a low voice] I—I am on the side of Laurits and Hilda!
Kroll.
[Looks from one to the other, gloomily.] H'm!
Rosmer.
Yes. Since we last met, I have changed my views. I am going to create a new democracy, and awaken it to its true task of making all the people of this country noblemen, by freeing their wills, and purifying their minds!
Kroll.
What do you mean!
[Takes up his hat.
Rosmer.
[Bowing his head.] I don't quite know, my dear friend; it was Reb—— I should say Miss West's scheme.
Kroll.
H'm! [A suspicion appears in his face.] Now I begin to believe that what Beata said about schemes—— no matter. But under the circumstances, I will not stay to supper.
[Takes up his stick, and walks out.
Rosmer.
I told you he would be annoyed. I shall go to bed now. I don't want any supper. [He lights a candle, and goes out; presently his footsteps are heard overhead, as he undresses. Rebecca pulls a bell-rope.
Rebecca.
[To Madam Helseth, who enters with dishes.] No, Mr. Rosmer will not have supper to-night. [In a lighter tone.] Perhaps he is afraid of the nightmare. There are so many sorts of White Horses in this world!
Madam Helseth.
[Shaking.] Lord! lord! that Miss West—the things she does say!
[Rebecca goes out through door, knitting antimacassar thoughtfully, as Curtain falls.
ACT SECOND
Rosmer's study. Doors and windows, bookshelves, a writing-table. Door, with curtain, leading to Rosmer's bedroom. Rosmer discovered in a smoking jacket cutting a pamphlet with a paper-knife. There is a knock at the door. Rosmer says "Come in." Rebecca enters in a morning wrapper and curl-papers. She sits on a chair close to Rosmer, and looks over his shoulder as he cuts the leaves. Rector Kroll is shown up.
Kroll.
[Lays his hat on the table and looks at Rebecca from head to foot.] I am really afraid that I am in the way.
Rebecca.
[Surprised.] Because I am in my morning wrapper and curl-papers? You forget that I am emancipated, Rector Kroll.
[She leaves them and listens behind curtain in Rosmer's bedroom.
Rosmer.
Yes, Miss West and I have worked our way forward in faithful comradeship.
Kroll.
[Shakes his head at him slowly.] So I perceive. Miss West is naturally inclined to be forward. But, I say, really you know—— However, I came to tell you that poor Beata was not so mad as she looked, though flowers did bewilder her so. [Taking off his gloves meaningly.] She jumped into the mill-race because she had an idea that you ought to marry Miss West!
"Taking off his gloves meaningly."
Rosmer.
[Jumps half up from his chair.] I? Marry—Miss West! My good gracious, Kroll! I don't understand, it is most incomprehensible. [Looks fixedly before him.] How can people?—— [Looks at him for a moment, then rises.] Will you get out? [Still quiet and self-restrained.] But first tell me why you never mentioned this before?
Kroll.
Why? Because I thought you were both orthodox, which made all the difference. Now I know that you side with Laurits and Hilda, and mean to make the democracy into noblemen, and accordingly I intend to make it hot for you in my paper. Good morning!
[He slams the door with spite as Rebecca enters from bedroom.
Rosmer.
[As if surprised..] You—in my bedroom! You have been listening, dear? But you are so emancipated. Ah, well! so our