You? How can you say such a thing?
Kroll (coming into the room). You are always so kind. (Looks
round the room.) Is John up in his room?
Rebecca. No, he has gone out for a walk. He is later than usual
of coming in, but he is sure to be back directly. (Points to the
sofa.) Do sit down and wait for him.
Kroll (putting down his hat). Thank you. (Sits down and looks
about him.) How charmingly pretty you have made the old room
look! Flowers everywhere!
Rebecca. Mr. Rosmer is so fond of having fresh flowers about him.
Kroll. And so are you, I should say.
Rebecca. Yes, I am. I think their scent has such a delicious
effect on one--and till lately we had to deny ourselves that
pleasure, you know.
Kroll (nodding slowly). Poor Beata could not stand the scent of
them.
Rebecca. Nor their colours either. They made her feel dazed.
Kroll. Yes, I remember. (Continues in a more cheerful tone of
voice). Well, and how are things going here?
Rebecca. Oh, everything goes on in the same quiet, placid way.
One day is exactly like another. And how are things with you? Is
your wife--?
Kroll. Oh, my dear Miss West, don't let us talk about my affairs.
In a family there is always something or other going awry--
especially in such times as we live in now.
Rebecca (after a short pause, sitting down in an easy-chair near
the sofa). Why have you never once been near us during the whole
of your holidays?
Kroll.
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