Kroll. It is this; that certain games are going on behind your
back in this house.

Rosmer. How can you think that? Is it Rebec--is it Miss West you
are alluding to?

Kroll. Precisely. And I can quite understand it on her part; she
has been accustomed, for such a long time now, to do as she likes
here. But nevertheless--

Rosmer. My dear Kroll, you are absolutely mistaken. She and I
have no secrets from one another about anything whatever.

Kroll. Then has she confessed to you that she has been
corresponding with the editor of the "Searchlight"?

Rosmer. Oh, you mean the couple of lines she wrote to him on
Ulrik Brendel's behalf?

Kroll. You have found that out, then? And do you approve of her
being on terms of this sort with that scurrilous hack, who almost
every week tries to pillory me for my attitude in my school and
out of it?

Rosmer. My dear fellow, I don't suppose that side of the question
has ever occurred to her. And in any case, of course she has
entire freedom of action, just as I have myself.

Kroll. Indeed? Well, I suppose that is quite in accordance with