Into the path that--led to the mill-race. Now you know
it, both of you.
Rosmer (as if stunned). But I do not understand--What is she
standing there saying? I do not understand a word--
Kroll. Yes, yes. I begin to understand.
Rosmer. But what did you do? What did you find to tell her?
Because there was nothing--absolutely nothing!
Rebecca. She got to know that you were determined to emancipate
yourself from all your old prejudices.
Rosmer. Yes, but at that time I had come to no decision.
Rebecca. I knew that you soon would come to one.
Kroll (nodding to ROSMER). Aha!
Rosmer. Well--and what more? I want to know everything now.
Rebecca. Some time afterwards, I begged and implored her to let
me leave Rosmersholm.
Rosmer. Why did you want to leave here--then?
Rebecca. I did not want to. I wanted to remain where I was. But I
told her that it would be best for us all if I went away in time.
I let her infer that if I remained here any longer I could not
tell what-what-might happen.
Rosmer. That is what you said and did, then?
Rebecca. Yes, John.
Rosmer. That is what you referred to when you said that you
"acted"?
Rebecca (in a broken voice). Yes, that was it.
Rosmer (after a pause). Have you confessed everything now,
Rebecca?
Rebecca. Yes.
Kroll. Not everything.
Rebecca (looking at him in terror). What else can there be?
Kroll.
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