Rebecca. Not--not through you?
Rosmer. Nor for me, either.
Rebecca. Oh, John, have no such doubts.
Rosmer. Happiness, dear Rebecca, means first and foremost the
calm, joyous sense of innocence.
Rebecca (staring in front of her). Ah, innocence--
Rosmer. You need fear nothing on that score. But I--
Rebecca. You least of all men!
Rosmer (pointing out of the window). The mill-race.
Rebecca. Oh, John!--(MRS. HELSETH looks in in through the door
on the left.)
Mrs. Helseth. Miss West!
Rebecca. Presently, presently. Not now.
Mrs. Helseth. Just a word, miss! (REBECCA goes to the door. MRS.
HELSETH tells her something, and they whisper together for a
moment; then MRS. HELSETH nods and goes away.)
Rosmer (uneasily). Was it anything for me?
Rebecca. No, only something about the housekeeping. You ought to
go out into the open air now, John dear. You should go for a good
long walk.
Rosmer (taking up his hat). Yes, come along; we will go together.
Rebecca. No, dear, I can't just now. You must go by yourself. But
shake off all these gloomy thoughts--promise me that!
Rosmer. I shall never be able to shake them quite off, I am
afraid.
Rebecca. Oh, but how can you let such groundless fancies take
such a hold on you!
Rosmer. Unfortunately they are not so groundless as you think,
dear. I have lain, thinking them over, all night. Perhaps Beata
saw things truly after all.
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