Only, as I have already said, you should be cautious in future.
If rumours should get about of anything that offends people's
prejudices, you may be quite certain that the whole cause of
freedom of thought will suffer for it. Good-bye, Mr. Rosmer.
Rosmer. Good-bye.
Mortensgaard. I shall go straight to the printing-office now and
have the great piece of news inserted in the "Searchlight".
Rosmer. Put it all in.
Mortensgaard. I will put in as much as there is any need for the
public to know. (Bows, and goes out. ROSMER stands at the door,
while MORTENSGAARD goes downstairs. The front door is heard
shutting.)
Rosmer (still standing in the doorway, calls softly). Rebecca!
Reb--ahem! (Calls loudly.) Mrs. Helseth--is Miss West downstairs?
Mrs. Helseth (from below). No, sir, she is not here.
(The curtain at the end of the room is drawn back, disclosing
REBECCA standing in the doorway.)
Rebecca. John!
Rosmer (turning round). What! Were you in there, in my bedroom!
My dear, what were you doing there?
Rebecca (going up to him). I have been listening.
Rosmer. Rebecca! Could you do a thing like that?
Rebecca. Indeed I could. It was so horrid the way he said that--
about my morning wrapper.
Rosmer. Ah, so you were in there too when Kroll--?
Rebecca. Yes. I wanted to know what was at the bottom of his
mind.
Rosmer. You know I would have told you.
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