Brendel.
Not on any account. Pray do not let me give you any trouble! I will take the bagatelles with me.
Rosmer.
As you please. Come upstairs with me then.
Rebecca.
Let me go. Madam Helseth and I will see to it.
Brendel.
I cannot think of suffering this distinguished lady to
Rebecca.
Oh, nonsense! Come along, Mr. Brendel.
[She goes out to the right.
Rosmer.
[Detaining him.] Tell me—is there nothing else I can do for you?
Brendel. Upon my word, I know of nothing more. Well, yes, damn it all—now that I think of it! Johannes, do you happen to have eight crowns in your pocket?
Rosmer.
Let me see. [Opens his purse.] Here are two ten-crown notes.
Brendel.
Well well, never mind! I can take them. I can always get them changed in the town. Thanks in the meantime. Remember it was two tenners
