Kroll. [With a look of hatred.] Ah, here we have the "Beacon"—burning at Rosmersholm! [Buttons his coat.] Well, now I can no longer hesitate what course to steer.
Mortensgård. [Deferentially.] The "Beacon" may always be relied upon to light the Rector home.
Kroll. Yes; you have long shown your goodwill. To be sure there's a commandment about bearing false witness against your neighbour
Mortensgård. Rector Kroll need not instruct me in the commandments.
Kroll. Not even in the seventh?
Rosmer. Kroll!
Mortensgård. If I needed instruction, it would rather be the Pastor's business.
Kroll. [With covert sarcasm.] The Pastor's? Oh yes, unquestionably Pastor Rosmer is the man for that.—Good luck to your conference, gentlemen! [Goes out and slams the door behind him.
Rosmer. [Keeps his eyes fixed on the closed door and says to himself.] Well, well—so be it then. [Turns.] Will
