dissensions I have going on at home. But naturally I talk as
little about it as possible; it is better to be silent about such
things. (Walks across the floor.) Oh, yes.--Oh, yes. (Stands by
the window, with his hands behind his back, and looks out.)

Rebecca (goes up to ROSMER, and speaks in low, hurried tones,
unheard by KROLL). Do it!

Rosmer (in the same tone). Not to-night.

Rebecca (as before). Yes, this night of all others. (Goes away
from him and adjusts the lamp.)

Kroll (coming back). Yes, my dear John, so now you know the sort
of spirit of the age that has cast its shadow both over my home
life and my official work. Ought I not to oppose this appalling,
destructive, disorganising tendency with all the weapons I can
lay my hands upon? Of course it is certainly my duty--and that
both with my pen and my tongue.

Rosmer. But have you any hope that you can produce any effect in
that way?

Kroll. At all events I mean to take my share in the fight as a
citizen. And I consider that it is the duty of every patriotic
man, every man who is concerned about what is right, to do the
same. And, I may as well tell you, that is really the reason why
I have come here to see you to-night.

Rosmer. My dear fellow, what do you mean? What can I--?