Rosmer. Ask him to come in, Mrs. Helseth.

Mrs. Helseth. Yes, sir. (Goes out.)

Kroll. Do you really mean to allow this fellow into your house?

Rosmer. Oh, well, you know he was my tutor once.

Kroll. I know that what he did was to stuff your head with
revolutionary ideas, and that in consequence your father turned
him out of the house with a horsewhip.

Rosmer (a little bitterly). Yes, my father was always the
commanding officer--even at home.

Kroll. Be grateful to his memory for that, my dear John. Ah!
(MRS. HELSETH shows ULRIK BRENDEL in at the door, then goes out
and shuts the door after her. BRENDEL is a good-looking man with
grey hair and beard; somewhat emaciated, but active and alert; he
is dressed like a common tramp, in a threadbare frock coat, shoes
with holes in them, and no visible linen at his neck or wrists.
He wears a pair of old black gloves, carries a dirty soft hat
under his arm, and has a walking-stick in his hand. He looks
puzzled at first, then goes quickly up to KROLL and holds out his
hand to him.)

Brendel. Good-evening, John!

Kroll. Excuse me