Rosmer. The end of everything, all the same? How--?
Rebecca. Because then I shall go the way Beata went. Now you
know, John.
Rosmer. Rebecca--!
Rebecca (stops at the door and nods: slowly). Now you know. (Goes
out.)
Rosmer (stares in bewilderment at the shut door, and says to
himself): What can it mean?
ACT III
(SCENE-The sitting-room at Rosmersholm. The window and the hall-
door are open. The morning sun is seen shining outside. REBECCA,
dressed as in ACT I., is standing by the window, watering and
arranging the flowers. Her work is lying on the armchair. MRS.
HELSETH is going round the room with a feather brush, dusting the
furniture.)
Rebecca (after a short pause). I wonder why Mr. Rosmer is so late
in coming down to-day?
Mrs. Helseth. Oh, he is often as late as this, miss. He is sure
to be down directly.
Rebecca. Have you seen anything of him?
Mrs. Helseth. No, miss, except that as I took his coffee into his
study he went into his bedroom to finish dressing.
Rebecca. The reason I ask is that he was not very well yesterday.
Mrs. Helseth. No, he did not look well. It made me wonder whether
something had gone amiss between him and his brother-in-law.
Rebecca. What do you suppose could go amiss between them?
Mrs. Helseth. I can't say, miss. Perhaps it was that fellow
Mortensgaard set them at loggerheads.
Rebecca. It is quite possible.
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