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Rebecca.
Then he is still alive.
Rosmer.
I heard he had joined a company of strolling players.
Kroll.
When last I heard of him, he was in the House of Correction.
Rosmer.
Ask him to come in, Madam Helseth.
Madam Helseth.
Oh, very well. [She goes out.
Kroll.
Are you really going to let a man like that into your house?
Rosmer.
You know he was once my tutor.
Kroll.
Yes, I know he went and crammed your head full of revolutionary ideas, until your father showed him the door—with his horsewhip.
Rosmer.
[With a touch of bitterness.] Father was a martinet at home as well as in his regiment.
Kroll.
Thank him in his grave for that, my dear Rosmer.—Well!
