Rebecca. What things?

Kroll. Well, if it so happened that you were to step into the
empty place--

Rebecca. I have the place I want, already, Mr. Kroll.

Kroll. Yes, as far as material benefits go; but not--

Rebecca (interrupting him, in a serious voice). For shame, Mr.
Kroll! How can you sit there and jest about such things!

Kroll. Oh, well, I dare say our good John Rosmer thinks he has
had more than enough of married life. But, all the same--

Rebecca. Really, you almost make me feel inclined to laugh at
you.

Kroll. All the same--Tell me, Miss West, if I may be allowed the
question, how old are you?

Rebecca. I am ashamed to say I was twenty-nine on my last
birthday, Mr. Kroll. I am nearly thirty.

Kroll. Quite so. And Rosmer--how old is he? Let me see. He is five
years younger than me, so he must be just about forty-three. It
seems to me it would be very suitable.

Rebecca. No doubt, no doubt. It would be remarkably suitable--Will
you stop and have supper with us?