Madam Helseth opens the door on the right for Ulric Brendel, and then withdraws, shutting the door behind him. He is a handsome man, with grey hair and beard; somewhat gaunt, but active and well set up. He is dressed like a common tramp; threadbare frock-coat; worn-out shoes; no shirt visible. He wears an old pair of black gloves, and carries a soft, greasy felt hat under his arm, and a walking-stick in his hand.
Ulric Brendel.
[Hesitates at first, then goes quickly up to the Rector, and holds out his hand.] Good evening, Johannes!
Kroll.
Excuse me
Brendel.
Did you expect to see me again? And within these hated walls too?
Kroll.
Excuse me[Pointing.] There
Brendel.
[Turns.] Right. There he is. Johannes—my boy—my best-beloved!
Rosmer.
[Takes his hand.] My old teacher.
Brendel.
Notwithstanding certain painful memories, I could not pass by Rosmersholm without paying you a flying visit.
