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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Rosmerholm + +Author: Henrik Ibsen + +Translator: R. Farquharson Sharp + +Posting Date: February 27, 2010 [EBook #2289] +Release Date: August, 2000 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROSMERHOLM *** + + + + +Produced by Martin Adamson. HTML version by Al Haines. + + + + + +</pre> + + +<BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +ROSMERSHOLM +</H1> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +A play in four acts +</H2> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +by +</H3> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +HENRIK IBSEN +</H2> + +<BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Translated by R. FARQUHARSON SHARP +</H3> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +DRAMATIS PERSONAE +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> + John Rosmer, of Rosmersholm, an ex-clergyman.<BR> + Rebecca West, one of his household, originally engaged as<BR> + companion to the late Mrs. Rosmer.<BR> + Kroll, headmaster of the local grammar school, Rosmer's<BR> + brother-in-law.<BR> + Ulrik Brendel.<BR> + Peter Mortensgaard.<BR> + Mrs. Helseth, Rosmer's housekeeper.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +(The action takes place at Rosmersholm, an old manor-house in the +neighbourhood of a small town on a fjord in western Norway.) +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap01"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ACT 1 +</H3> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +(SCENE—The sitting-room at Rosmersholm; a spacious room, comfortably +furnished in old-fashioned style. In the foreground, against the +right-hand wall, is a stove decorated with sprigs of fresh birch and +wild flowers. Farther back, a door. In the back wall folding doors +leading into the entrance hall. In the left-hand wall a window, in +front of which is a stand filled with flowers and plants. Near the +stove stand a table, a couch and an easy-chair. The walls are hung +round with portraits, dating from various periods, of clergymen, +military officers and other officials in uniform. The window is open, +and so are the doors into the lobby and the outer door. Through the +latter is seen an avenue of old trees leading to a courtyard. It is a +summer evening, after sunset. REBECCA WEST is sitting by the window +crocheting a large white woollen shawl, which is nearly completed. From +time to time she peeps out of window through the flowers. MRS. HELSETH +comes in from the right.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Hadn't I better begin and lay the table for supper, miss? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, do. Mr. Rosmer ought to be in directly. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Isn't there a draught where you are sitting, miss? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. There is a little. Will you shut up, please? (MRS. HELSETH +goes to the hall door and shuts it. Then she goes to the window, to +shut it, and looks out.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Isn't that Mr. Rosmer coming there? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Where? (Gets up.) Yes, it is he. (Stands behind the +window-curtain.) Stand on one side. Don't let him catch sight of us. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth (stepping back). Look, miss—he is beginning to use the +mill path again. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. He came by the mill path the day before yesterday too. (Peeps +out between the curtain and the window-frame). Now we shall see +whether— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Is he going over the wooden bridge? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That is just what I want to see. (After a moment.) No. He has +turned aside. He is coming the other way round to-day too. (Comes away +from the window.) It is a long way round. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, of course. One can well understand his shrinking +from going over that bridge. The spot where such a thing has happened +is— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (folding up her work). They cling to their dead a long time at +Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. If you ask me, miss, I should say it is the dead that +cling to Rosmersholm a long time. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking at her). The dead? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, one might almost say that they don't seem to be able +to tear themselves away from those they have left behind. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What puts that idea into your head? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Well, otherwise I know the White Horses would not be seen +here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Tell me, Mrs. Helseth—what is this superstition about the +White Horses? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Oh, it is not worth talking about. I am sure you don't +believe in such things, either. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do you believe in them? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth (goes to the window and shuts it). Oh, I am not going to +give you a chance of laughing at me, miss. (Looks out.) See—is that +not Mr. Rosmer out on the mill path again? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking out). That man out there? (Goes to the window.) Why, +that is Mr. Kroll, of course! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. So it is, to be sure. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That is delightful, because he is certain to be coming here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. He actually comes straight over the wooden bridge, he +does for all that she was his own sister. Well, I will go in and get +the supper laid, miss. (Goes out to the right. REBECCA stands still for +a moment, then waves her hand out of the window, nodding and smiling. +Darkness is beginning to fall.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (going to the door on the right and calling through it). Mrs. +Helseth, I am sure you won't mind preparing something extra nice for +supper? You know what dishes Mr. Kroll is especially fond of. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Certainly, miss. I will. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (opening the door into the lobby). At last, Mr. Kroll! I am so +glad to see you! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (coming into the lobby and putting down his stick). Thank you. +Are you sure I am not disturbing you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You? How can you say such a thing? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (coming into the room). You are always so kind. (Looks round the +room.) Is John up in his room? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, he has gone out for a walk. He is later than usual of +coming in, but he is sure to be back directly. (Points to the sofa.) Do +sit down and wait for him. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (putting down his hat). Thank you. (Sits down and looks about +him.) How charmingly pretty you have made the old room look! Flowers +everywhere! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Mr. Rosmer is so fond of having fresh flowers about him. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And so are you, I should say. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, I am. I think their scent has such a delicious effect on +one—and till lately we had to deny ourselves that pleasure, you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (nodding slowly). Poor Beata could not stand the scent of them. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Nor their colours either. They made her feel dazed. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, I remember. (Continues in a more cheerful tone of voice). +Well, and how are things going here? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, everything goes on in the same quiet, placid way. One day +is exactly like another. And how are things with you? Is your wife—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Oh, my dear Miss West, don't let us talk about my affairs. In a +family there is always something or other going awry—especially in +such times as we live in now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (after a short pause, sitting down in an easy-chair near the +sofa). Why have you never once been near us during the whole of your +holidays? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Oh, it doesn't do to be importunate, you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. If you only knew how we have missed you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And, besides, I have been away, you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, for a fortnight or so. I suppose you have been going the +round of the public meetings? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (nods). Yes, what do you say to that? Would you ever have thought +I would become a political agitator in my old age—eh? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (smilingly). You have always been a little bit of an agitator, +Mr. Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Oh, yes; just for my own amusement. But for the future it is +going to be in real earnest. Do you ever read the Radical newspapers? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, I won't deny that! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. My dear Miss West, there is no objection to that—not as far as +you are concerned. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, that is just what I think. I must follow the course of +events—keep up with what is happening. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Well, under any circumstances, I should never expect you, as a +woman, to side actively with either party in the civic dispute—indeed +one might more properly call it the civil war—that is raging here. I +dare say you have read, then, the abuse these "nature's gentlemen" are +pleased to shower upon me, and the scandalous coarseness they consider +they are entitled to make use of? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, but I think you have held your own pretty forcibly. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. That I have—though I say it. I have tasted blood now, and I +will make them realise that I am not the sort of man to take it lying +down—. (Checks himself.) No, no, do not let us get upon that sad and +distressing topic this evening. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, my dear Mr. Kroll, certainly not. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Tell me, instead, how you find you get on at Rosmersholm, now +that you are alone here—I mean, since our poor Beata— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, thanks—I get on very well here. Her death has made a +great gap in the house in many ways, of course—and one misses her and +grieves for her, naturally. But in other respects— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Do you think you will remain here?—permanently, I mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Dear Mr. Kroll, I really never think about it at all. The fact +is that I have become so thoroughly domesticated here that I almost +feel as if I belonged to the place too. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You? I should think you did! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. And as long as Mr. Rosmer finds I can be any comfort or any +use to him, I will gladly remain here, undoubtedly. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (looking at her, with some emotion). You know, there is something +splendid about a woman's sacrificing the whole of her youth for others. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What else have I had to live for? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. At first when you came here there was your perpetual worry with +that unreasonable cripple of a foster-father of yours— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You mustn't think that Dr. West was as unreasonable as that +when we lived in Finmark. It was the trying journeys by sea that broke +him up. But it is quite true that after we had moved here there were +one or two hard years before his sufferings were over. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Were not the years that followed even harder for you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No; how can you say such a thing! I, who was so genuinely fond +of Beata—! And she, poor soul was so sadly in need of care and +sympathetic companionship. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You deserve to be thanked and rewarded for the forbearance with +which you speak of her. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (moving a little nearer to him). Dear Mr. Kroll, you say that +so kindly and so sincerely that I feel sure you really bear me no +ill-will. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Ill-will? What do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Well, it would not be so very surprising if it were rather +painful for you to see me, a stranger, doing just as I like here at +Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. How in the world could you think—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Then it is not so? (Holds out her hand to, him.) Thank you, +Mr. Kroll; thank you for that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. But what on earth could make you take such an idea into your +head? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I began to be afraid it might be so, as you have so seldom +been out here to see us lately. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I can assure you, you have been on the wrong scent entirely, +Miss West. And, in any case, the situation of affairs is unchanged in +any essential point; because during the last sad years of poor Beata's +life it was you and you alone, even then, that looked after everything +here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But it was more like a kind of regency in the wife's name. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Whatever it was, I—. I will tell you what, Miss West; as far as +I am concerned I should have nothing whatever to say against it if you. +But it doesn't do to say such things. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What things? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Well, if it so happened that you were to step into the empty +place— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I have the place I want, already, Mr. Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, as far as material benefits go; but not— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (interrupting him, in a serious voice). For shame, Mr. Kroll! +How can you sit there and jest about such things! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Oh, well, I dare say our good John Rosmer thinks he has had more +than enough of married life. But, all the same— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Really, you almost make me feel inclined to laugh at you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. All the same—Tell me, Miss West, if I may be allowed the +question, how old are you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I am ashamed to say I was twenty-nine on my last birthday, Mr. +Kroll. I am nearly thirty. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Quite so. And Rosmer—how old is he? Let me see. He is five +years younger than me, so he must be just about forty-three. It seems +to me it would be very suitable. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No doubt, no doubt. It would be remarkably suitable—Will you +stop and have supper with us? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Thank you. I had meant to pay you a good long visit, because +there is a matter I want to talk over with our excellent friend—Well, +then, Miss West, to prevent your taking foolish ideas into your head +again, I will come out here again from time to time, as in the old days. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, please do. (Holds out her hand to, him.) Thank you, thank +you! You are really uncommonly good-natured. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (with a little grumble). Am I? I can tell you that is more than +they say at home. (ROSMER comes in by the door on the right.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Mr. Rosmer, do you see who is sitting here? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Mrs. Helseth told me. (KROLL gets up.) I am so glad to see you +here again, my dear fellow. (Puts his hands on KROLL'S shoulders and +looks him in the face.) Dear old friend! I knew that one day we should +be on our old footing again. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. My dear fellow, have you that insane idea in your head too, that +any thing could come between us? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (to ROSMER). Isn't it delightful to think it was all our +imagination! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Is that really true, Kroll? But why have you kept so +obstinately away from us? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (seriously, and in, a subdued voice). Because I did not want to +come here like a living reminder of the unhappy time that is past—and +of her who met her death in the mill-race. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It was a very kind thought on your part. You are always so +considerate. But it was altogether unnecessary to keep away from us on +that account. Come along, let us sit down on the sofa. (They sit down.) +I can assure you it is not in the least painful for me to think about +Beata. We talk about her every day. She seems to us to have a part in +the house still. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Does she really? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (lighting the lamp). Yes, it is really quite true. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. She really does. We both think so affectionately of her. And +both Rebecca—both Miss West and I know in our hearts that we did all +that lay in our power for the poor afflicted creature. We have nothing +to reproach ourselves with. That is why I feel there is something sweet +and peaceful in the way we can think of Beata now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You dear good people! In future I am coming out to see you every +day. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (sitting down in an arm-chair). Yes, let us see that you keep +your word. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (with a slight hesitation). I assure you, my dear fellow, my +dearest wish would be that our intimacy should never suffer in any way. +You know, you have seemed to be my natural adviser as long as we have +known one another, even from my student days. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I know, and I am very proud of the privilege. Is there by any +chance anything in particular just now—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. There are a great many things that I want very much to talk +over with you frankly—things that lie very near my heart. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I feel that is so, too, Mr. Rosmer. It seems to me it would be +such a good thing if you two old friends— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Well, I can assure you I have even more to talk over with +you—because I have become an active politician, as I dare say you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, I know you have. How did that come about? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I had to, you see, whether I liked it or not. It became +impossible for me to remain an idle spectator any longer. Now that the +Radicals have become so distressingly powerful, it was high time. And +that is also why I have induced our little circle of friends in the +town to bind themselves more definitely together. It was high time, I +can tell you! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (with a slight smile). As a matter of fact, isn't it really +rather late now? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. There is no denying it would have been more fortunate if we had +succeeded in checking the stream at an earlier point. But who could +really foresee what was coming? I am sure I could not. (Gets up and +walks up and down.) Anyway, my eyes are completely opened now; for the +spirit of revolt has spread even into my school. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Into the school? Surely not into your school? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Indeed it has. Into my own school. What do you think of this? I +have got wind of the fact that the boys in the top class—or rather, a +part of the boys in it—have formed themselves into a secret society +and have been taking in Mortensgaard's paper! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Ah, the "Searchlight". +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, don't you think that is a nice sort of intellectual pabulum +for future public servants? But the saddest part of it is that it is +all the most promising boys in the class that have conspired together +and hatched this plot against me. It is only the duffers and dunces +that have held aloof from it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do you take it so much to heart, Mr. Kroll? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Do I take it to heart, to find myself so hampered and thwarted +in my life's work? (Speaking more gently.) I might find it in my heart +to say that I could even take that for what it is worth; but I have not +told you the worst of it yet. (Looks round the room.) I suppose nobody +is likely to be listening at the doors? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, certainly not. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Then let me tell you that the revolt and dissension has spread +into my own home—into my own peaceful home—and has disturbed the +peace of my family life. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (getting up). Do you mean it? In your own home? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (going up to Kroll). Dear Mr. Kroll, what has happened? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Would you believe it that my own children—. To make a long +story short, my boy Laurits is the moving spirit of the conspiracy at +the school. And Hilda has embroidered a red portfolio to keep the +numbers of the "Searchlight" in. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I should never have dreamed of such a thing; in your family—in +your own house! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. No, who would ever have dreamed of such a thing? In my house, +where obedience and order have always ruled—where hitherto there has +never been anything but one unanimous will— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. How does your wife take it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Ah, that is the most incredible part of the whole thing. She, +who all her days—in great things and small—has concurred in my +opinions and approved of all my views, has actually not refrained from +throwing her weight on the children's side on many points. And now she +considers I am to blame for what has happened. She says I try to coerce +the young people too much. Just as if it were not necessary to—. Well, +those are the sort of dissensions I have going on at home. But +naturally I talk as little about it as possible; it is better to be +silent about such things. (Walks across the floor.) Oh, yes.—Oh, yes. +(Stands by the window, with his hands behind his back, and looks out.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (goes up to ROSMER, and speaks in low, hurried tones, unheard +by KROLL). Do it! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (in the same tone). Not to-night. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (as before). Yes, this night of all others. (Goes away from him +and adjusts the lamp.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (coming back). Yes, my dear John, so now you know the sort of +spirit of the age that has cast its shadow both over my home life and +my official work. Ought I not to oppose this appalling, destructive, +disorganising tendency with all the weapons I can lay my hands upon? Of +course it is certainly my duty—and that both with my pen and my tongue. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But have you any hope that you can produce any effect in that +way? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. At all events I mean to take my share in the fight as a citizen. +And I consider that it is the duty of every patriotic man, every man +who is concerned about what is right, to do the same. And, I may as +well tell you, that is really the reason why I have come here to see +you to-night. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear fellow, what do you mean? What can I—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You are going to help your old friends, and do as we are +doing—take your share in it to the best of your ability. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But, Mr. Kroll, you know how little taste Mr. Rosmer has for +that sort of thing. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Then he has got to overcome that distaste now. You do not keep +abreast of the times, John. You sit here and bury yourself in your +historical researches. Goodness knows, I have the greatest respect for +family pedigrees and all that they imply. But this is not the time for +such occupations, unhappily. You have no conception of the state of +affairs that is going on all over the country. Every single idea is +turned upside down, or very nearly so. It will be a hard fight to get +all the errors straightened out again. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I can quite believe it. But that sort of a fight is not in my +line at all. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Besides, I rather fancy that Mr. Rosmer has come to look at +the affairs of life with wider opened eyes than before. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (with a start). Wider opened eyes? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, or with an opener mind—with less prejudice. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. What do you mean by that? John—surely you could never be so +weak as to allow yourself to be deluded by the accidental circumstance +that the demagogues have scored a temporary success! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear fellow, you know very well that I am no judge of +politics; but it certainly seems to me that of late years individual +thought has become somewhat more independent. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Quite so—but do you consider that as a matter of course to be a +good thing? In any case you are vastly mistaken, my friend. Just +inquire a little into the opinions that are current amongst the +Radicals, both out here in the country and in town. You will find them +to be nothing else than the words of wisdom that appear in the +"Searchlight". +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, Mortensgaard has a great deal of influence over the +people about here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, just think of it—a man with as dirty a record as his! A +fellow that was turned out of his place as a schoolmaster because of +his immoral conduct! This is the sort of man that poses as a leader of +the people! And successfully, too!—actually successfully! I hear that +he means to enlarge his paper now. I know, on reliable authority, that +he is looking for a competent assistant. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It seems to me surprising that you and your friends do not +start an opposition paper. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. That is exactly what we intend to do. This very day we have +bought the "County News." There was no difficulty about the financial +side of the matter; but— (Turns towards ROSMER) Now we have come to +the real purport of my visit. It is the Management of it—the editorial +management—that is the difficulty, you see. Look here, Rosmer—don't +you feel called upon to undertake it, for the sake of the good cause? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (in a tone of consternation). I! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. How can you think of such a thing! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I can quite understand your having a horror of public meetings +and being unwilling to expose yourself to the mercies of the rabble +that frequents them. But an editor's work, which is carried on in much +greater privacy, or rather— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. No, no, my dear fellow, you must not ask that of me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. It would give me the greatest pleasure to have a try at work of +that sort myself—only it would be quite out of the question for me; I +am already saddled with such an endless number of duties. You, on the +other hand, who are no longer hampered by any official duties, might—. +Of course the rest of us would give you all the help in our power. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I cannot do it, Kroll. I am not fitted for it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Not fitted for it? That was just what you said when your father +got you your living. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I was quite right; and that was why I resigned it, too. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Well, if you only make as good an editor as you did a parson, we +shall be quite satisfied. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear Kroll—once for all—I cannot do it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Well, then, I suppose you will give us the use of your name, at +all events? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My name? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, the mere fact of John Rosmer's name being connected with it +will be a great advantage to the paper. We others are looked upon as +pronounced partisans. I myself even have the reputation of being a +wicked fanatic, I am told. Therefore we cannot count upon our own names +to give us any particular help in making the paper known to the +misguided masses. But you, on the contrary, have always held aloof from +this kind of fighting. Your gentle and upright disposition, your +polished mind, your unimpeachable honour, are known to and appreciated +by every one about here. And then there is the deference and respect +that your former position as a clergyman ensures for you—and, besides +that, there is the veneration in which your family, name is held! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, my family name. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (pointing to the portraits). Rosmers of Rosmersholm—clergymen, +soldiers, men who have filled high places in the state—men of +scrupulous honour, every one of them—a family that has been rooted +here, the most influential in the place, for nearly two centuries. +(Lays his hand on ROSMER'S shoulder.) John, you owe it to yourself and +to the traditions of your race to join us in defence of all that has +hitherto been held sacred in our community. (Turning to REBECCA.) What +do you say, Miss West? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (with a quiet little laugh). my dear Mr. Kroll—it all sounds +so absurdly ludicrous to me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. What! Ludicrous? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, because it is time you were told plainly— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (hurriedly). No, no—don't! Not now! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (looking from one to the other). But, my dear friends, what on +earth—? (Breaks off, as MRS. HELSETH comes in, by the door on the +right.) Ahem! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. There is a man at the kitchen door, sir. He says he wants +to see you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (in a relieved voice). Is there? Well, ask him to come in. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Shall I show him in here, sir? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Certainly. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. But he doesn't look the sort of man one ought to allow in +here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What does he look like, Mrs. Helseth? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Oh, he is not much to look at, Miss. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Did he not give you his name? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, I think he said it was Hekman, or something like +that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I do not know any one of that name. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. And he said his Christian name was Ulrik. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (with a start of surprise). Ulrik Hetman! Was that it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, sir, it was Hetman. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I am certain I have heard that name before. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Surely it was the name that strange creature used to write +under— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (to Kroll). It is Ulrik Brendel's pseudonym, you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. That scamp Ulrik Brendel. You are quite right. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. So he is alive still. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I thought he was travelling with a theatrical company. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. The last I heard of him was that he was in the workhouse. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ask him to come in, Mrs. Helseth. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, sir. (Goes out.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Do you really mean to allow this fellow into your house? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, well, you know he was my tutor once. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I know that what he did was to stuff your head with +revolutionary ideas, and that in consequence your father turned him out +of the house with a horsewhip. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (a little bitterly). Yes, my father was always the commanding +officer—even at home. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Be grateful to his memory for that, my dear John. Ah! +</P> + +<P CLASS="stage"> +(MRS. HELSETH shows ULRIK BRENDEL in at the door, then goes out and +shuts the door after her. BRENDEL is a good-looking man with grey hair +and beard; somewhat emaciated, but active and alert; he is dressed like +a common tramp, in a threadbare frock coat, shoes with holes in them, +and no visible linen at his neck or wrists. He wears a pair of old +black gloves, carries a dirty soft hat under his arm, and has a +walking-stick in his hand. He looks puzzled at first, then goes quickly +up to KROLL and holds out his hand to him.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Good-evening, John! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Excuse me +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Did you ever expect to see me again? And inside these hated +walls, too? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Excuse me. (Points to ROSMER.) Over there. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel (turning round). Quite right. There he is. John—my boy—my +favourite pupil! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (shaking hands with him). My old tutor! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. In spite of certain recollections, I could not pass by +Rosmersholm without paying you a flying visit. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You are very welcome here now. Be sure of that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. And this charming lady—? (Bows to Rebecca.) Your wife, of +course. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Miss West. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. A near relation, I presume. And our stranger friend here? A +colleague, I can see. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Mr. Kroll, master of the grammar school here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Kroll? Kroll? Wait a moment. Did you take the Philology course +in your student days? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Certainly I did. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. By Jove, I used to know you, then +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Excuse me— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Were you not— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Excuse me— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. —one of those champions of all the virtues that got me turned +out of the Debating Society? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Very possibly. But I disclaim any other acquaintance with you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. All right, all right! Nach Belieben, Mr. Kroll. I dare say I +shall get over it. Ulrik Brendel will still be himself in spite of it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Are you on your way to the town, Mr. Brendel? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. You have hit the nail on the head, ma'am. At certain intervals +I am obliged to do something for my living. I do not do it +willingly—but, enfin—when needs must— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear Mr. Brendel, will you not let me be of assistance to +you? In some way or another, I mean— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Ah, what a proposal to come from you! Could you wish to soil +the tie that binds us together? Never, John—never! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But what do you propose to do in the town, then? I assure you, +you won't find it so easy— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Leave that to me, my boy. The die is cast. The unworthy +individual who stands before you is started on an extensive +campaign—more extensive than all his former excursions put together. +(To KROLL.) May I venture to ask you, Professor—unter uns—are there +in your esteemed town any fairly decent, respectable and spacious +assembly-rooms? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. The most spacious is the hall belonging to the Working Men's +Association. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. May I ask, sir, if you have any special influence with that no +doubt most useful Association? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I have nothing whatever to do with it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (to BRENDEL). You ought to apply to Peter Mortensgaard. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Pardon, madame—what sort of an idiot is he? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Why do you make up your mind he is an idiot? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Do you suppose I can't tell, from the sound of the name, that +it belongs to a plebeian? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I did not expect that answer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. But I will conquer my prejudices. There is nothing else for +it. When a man stands at a turning-point in his life—as I do—. That +is settled. I shall, put myself into communication with this +person—commence direct negotiations. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Are you in earnest when you say you are standing at a +turning-point in your life? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Does my own boy not know that wherever Ulrik Brendel stands he +is always in earnest about it? Look here, I mean to become a new man +now—to emerge from the cloak of reserve in which I have hitherto +shrouded myself. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. In what way? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. I mean to take an active part in life—to step forward—to +look higher. The atmosphere we breathe is heavy with storms. I want now +to offer my mite upon the altar of emancipation. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You too? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel (to them all). Has your public here any intimate acquaintance +with my scattered writings? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. No, I must candidly confess that— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I have read several of them. My foster-father had them. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. My dear lady, then you have wasted your time. They are simply +trash, allow me to tell you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Really? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Those you have read, yes. My really important works no man or +woman knows anything about. No one—except myself. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. How is that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Because they are not yet written. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But, my dear Mr. Brendel— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. You know, my dear John, that I am a bit of a sybarite—a +gourmet. I have always been so. I have a taste for solitary enjoyment, +because in that way my enjoyment is twice—ten times—as keen. It is, +like this. When I have been wrapped in a haze of golden dreams that +have descended on me—when new, intoxicating, momentous thoughts have +had their birth in my mind, and I have been fanned by the beat of their +wings as they bore me aloft—at such moments I have transformed them +into poetry, into visions, into pictures. In general outlines, that is +to say. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Quite so. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. You cannot imagine the luxury of enjoyment I have experienced! +The mysterious rapture of creation!—in, general outlines, as I said. +Applause, gratitude, eulogies, crowns of laurel!—all these I have +culled with full hands trembling with joy. In my secret ecstasies I +have steeped myself in a happiness so, intoxicating— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Ahem! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But you have never written anything of it down? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Not a word. The thought of the dull clerk's work that it would +mean has always moved me to a nauseating sense of disgust. Besides, why +should I profane my own ideals when I could enjoy them, in all their +purity, by myself? But now they shall be sacrificed. Honestly, I feel +as a mother must do when she entrusts her young daughter to the arms of +a husband. But I am going to, sacrifice them nevertheless—sacrifice +them on the altar of emancipation. A series of carefully thought-out +lectures, to be delivered all over the country! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (impetuously). That is splendid of you, Mr. Brendel! You are +giving up the most precious thing you possess. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. The only thing. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking meaningly at ROSMER). I wonder how many there are who +would do as much—who dare do it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (returning her look). Who knows? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. My audience is moved. That refreshes my heart and strengthens +my will—and now I shall proceed upon my task forthwith. There is one +other point, though. (To KROLL.) Can you inform me, sir, whether there +is an Abstainers' Society in the town? A Total Abstainers' Society? I +feel sure there must be. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. There is one, at your service. I am the president. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. I could tell that as soon as I saw you! Well, it is not at all +impossible that I may come to you and become a member for a week. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Excuse me—we do not accept weekly members. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. A la bonne heure, my good sir. Ulrik Brendel has never been in +the habit of forcing himself upon societies of that kind. (Turns to go) +But I must not prolong my stay in this house, rich as it is in +memories. I must go into the town and find some suitable lodging. I +shall find a decent hotel of some kind there, I hope? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Will you not have something hot to drink before you go? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Of what nature, dear lady? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. A cup of tea, or— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. A thousand thanks to the most generous of hostesses!—but I do +not like trespassing on private hospitality. (Waves his hand.) Good-bye +to you all! (Goes to the door, but turns back.) Oh, by the +way—John—Mr. Rosmer—will you do your former tutor a service for old +friendship's sake? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. With the greatest of pleasure. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Good. Well, then, lend me—just for a day or two—a starched +shirt. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Nothing more than that! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Because, you see, I am travelling on foot—on this occasion. +My trunk is being sent after me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Quite so. But, in that case, isn't there anything else? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Well, I will tell you what—perhaps you have an old, worn-out +summer coat that you could spare? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Certainly I have. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. And if there happened to be a pair of presentable shoes that +would go with the coat. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I am sure we can manage that, too. As soon as you let us know +your address, we will send the things to you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Please don't think of it! No one must be put to any +inconvenience on my account! I will take the trifles with me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Very well. Will you come upstairs with me, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Let me go. Mrs. Helseth and I will see about it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. I could never think of allowing this charming lady— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Nonsense! Come along, Mr. Brendel. (She goes out by the door +on the right.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (holding BRENDEL back). Tell me—is there no other way I can be +of service to you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. I am sure I do not know of any. Yes, perdition seize it!—now +that I come to think of it—John, do you happen to have seven or eight +shillings on you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I will see. (Opens his purse.) I have two half-sovereigns here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Oh, well, never mind. I may as well take them. I can always +get change in town. Thanks, in the meantime. Remember that it was two +half-sovereigns I had. Good-night, my own dear boy! Good-night to you, +sir! (Goes out by the door on the right, where ROSMER takes leave of +him and shuts the door after him.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Good heavens—and that is the Ulrik Brendel of whom people once +thought that he would do great things! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. At all events he has had the courage to live his life in his +own way. I do not think that is such a small thing, after all. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. What? A life like his? I almost believe he would have the power, +even now, to disturb all your ideas. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. No, indeed. I have come to a clear understanding with myself +now, upon all points. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I wish I could believe it, my dear Rosmer. You are so dreadfully +susceptible to impressions from without. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Let us sit down. I want to have a talk with you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. By all means. (They sit down on the couch.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (after a short pause). Don't you think everything here looks +very pleasant and comfortable? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, it looks very pleasant and comfortable now—and peaceful. +You have made yourself a real home, Rosmer. And I have lost mine. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear fellow, do not say that. There may seem to be a rift +just now, but it will heal again. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Never, never. The sting will always remain. Things can never be +as they were before. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I want to ask you something, Kroll. You and I have been the +closest of friends now for so many years—does it seem to you +conceivable that anything could destroy our friendship? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I cannot imagine anything that could cause a breach between us. +What has put that into your head? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well—your attaching such tremendous importance to similarity +of opinions and views. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Certainly I do; but then we two hold pretty similar opinions at +all events on the most essential points. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (gently). No. Not any longer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (trying to jump up from his seat). What is this? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (restraining him). No, you must sit still. Please, Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. What does it all mean? I do not understand you. Tell me, +straight out! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. A new summer has blossomed in my heart—my eyes have regained +the clearness of youth. And, accordingly, I am now standing where— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Where? Where are you standing? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Where your children are standing. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You? You! The thing is impossible! Where do you say you are +standing? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. On the same side as Laurits and Hilda. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (letting his head drop). An apostate. John Rosmer an apostate. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What you are calling apostasy ought to have made me feel +sincerely happy and fortunate; but for all that I have suffered keenly, +because I knew quite well it would cause you bitter sorrow. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Rosmer, Rosmer, I shall never get over this. (Looks at him +sadly.) To think that you, too, could bring yourself to sympathise with +and join in the work of disorder and ruin that is playing havoc with +our unhappy country. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It is the work of emancipation that I sympathise with. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Oh yes, I know all about that. That is what it is called, by +both those who are leading the people astray and by their misguided +victims. But, be sure of this—you need expect no emancipation to be +the result of the spirit that relies on the poisoning of the whole of +our social life. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I do not give my allegiance to the spirit that is directing +this, nor to any of those who are leading the fight. I want to try to +bring men of all shades of opinion together—as many as I can +reach—and bind them as closely together as I can. I want to live for +and devote all the strength that is in me to one end only—to create a +real public opinion in the country. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. So you do not consider that we have sufficient public opinion! +I, for my part, consider that the whole lot of us are on the high road +to be dragged down into the mire where otherwise only the common people +would be wallowing. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It is just for that reason that I have made up my mind as to +what should be the real task of public opinion. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. What task? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. The task of making all our fellow-countrymen into men of +nobility. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. All our fellow-countrymen—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. As many as possible, at all events. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. By what means? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. By emancipating their ideas and purifying their aspirations, it +seems to me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You are a dreamer, Rosmer. Are you going to emancipate them? Are +you going to purify them? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. No, my dear fellow—I can only try to awake the desire for it +in them. The doing of it rests with themselves. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And do you think they are capable of it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Of their own power? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, of their own power. There is no other that can do it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (getting up). Is that speaking as befits a clergyman? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I am a clergyman no longer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, but—what of the faith you were brought up in? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I have it no longer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You have it no longer? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (getting up). I have given it up. I had to give it up, Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (controlling his emotion). I see. Yes, yes. The one thing implies +the other. Was that the reason, then, why you left the service of the +Church? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes. When my mind was clearly made up—when I felt the +certainty that it Was not merely a transitory temptation, but that it +was something that I would neither have the power nor the desire to +dismiss from my mind—then I took that step. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. So it has been fermenting in your mind as long as that. And +we—your friends—have never been allowed to know anything of it. +Rosmer, Rosmer—how could you hide the sorrowful truth from us! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Because I considered it was a matter that only concerned +myself; and therefore I did not wish to cause you and my other friends +any unnecessary pain. I thought I should be able to live my life here +as I have done hitherto—peacefully and happily. I wanted to read, and +absorb myself in all the works that so far had been sealed books to +me—to familiarise myself thoroughly with the great world of truth and +freedom that has been disclosed to me now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. An apostate. Every word you say bears witness to that. But, for +all that, why have you made this confession of your secret apostasy? Or +why just at the present moment? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You yourself have compelled me to it, Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I? I have compelled you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. When I heard of your violent behaviour at public meetings—when +I read the reports of all the vehement speeches you made there of all +your bitter attacks upon those that were on the other side—your +scornful censure of your opponents—oh, Kroll, to think that +you—you—could be the man to do that!—then my eyes were opened to my +imperative duty. Mankind is suffering from the strife that is going on +now, and we ought to bring peace and happiness and a spirit of +reconciliation into their souls. That is why I step forward now and +confess myself openly for what I am—and, besides, I want to put my +powers to the test, as well as others. Could not you—from your +side—go with me in that, Kroll? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Never, as long as I live, will I make any alliance with the +forces of disorder in the community. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well, let us at least fight with honourable weapons, since it +seems we must fight. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I can have nothing more to do with any one who does not think +with me on matters of vital importance, and I owe such a man no +consideration. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Does that apply even to me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You yourself have broken with me, Rosmer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But does this really mean a breach between us? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Between us! It is a breach with all those who have hitherto +stood shoulder to shoulder with you. And now you must take the +consequences. +</P> + +<P CLASS="stage"> +(REBECCA comes in from the room on the right and opens the door wide.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Well, that is done! We have started him off on the road to his +great sacrifice, and now we can go in to supper. Will you come in, Mr. +Kroll? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (taking his hat). Good-night, Miss West. This is no longer any +place for me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (excitedly). What do you mean? (Shuts the door and comes nearer +to the two men.) Have you told him—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. He knows now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. We shall not let you slip out of our hands, Rosmer. We shall +compel you to come back to us again. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I shall never find myself there any more. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. We shall see. You are not the man to endure standing alone. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I am not so entirely alone, even now. There are two of us to +bear the solitude together here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Ah! (A suspicion appears to cross his mind.) That too! Beata's +words! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Beata's? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (dismissing the thought from his mind). No, no—that was odious +of me. Forgive me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What? What do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Think no more about it. I am ashamed of it. Forgive me—and +good-bye. (Goes out by the door to the hall.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (following him). Kroll! We cannot end everything between us like +this. I will come and see you to-morrow. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (turning round in the hall). You shall not set your foot in my +house. (Takes his stick and goes.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="stage"> +(ROSMER stands for a while at the open door; then shuts it and comes +back into the room.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. That does not matter, Rebecca. We shall be able to go through +with it, for all that—we two trusty friends—you and I. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What do you suppose he meant just now when he said he was +ashamed of himself? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear girl, don't bother your head about that. He didn't even +believe what he meant, himself. But I will go and see him tomorrow. +Goodnight! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Are you going up so early to-night—after this? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. As early to-night as I usually do. I feel such a sense of +relief now that it is over. You see, my dear Rebecca, I am perfectly +calm—so you take it calmly, too. Good-night. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Good-night, dear friend—and sleep well! (ROSMER goes out by +the door to the lobby; then his footsteps are heard as he goes +upstairs. REBECCA goes to the wall and rings a bell, which is answered +by MRS. HELSETH.) You can clear the table again, Mrs. Helseth. Mr. +Rosmer does not want anything, and Mr. Kroll has gone home. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Gone home? What was wrong with him, miss? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (taking up her crochet-work). He prophesied that there was a +heavy storm brewing— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. That is very strange, miss, because there isn't a scrap +of cloud in the sky. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Let us hope he doesn't meet the White Horse. Because I am +afraid it will not be long before we hear something of the family ghost. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. God forgive you, miss—don't talk of such a dreadful +thing! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, come, come! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth (lowering her voice). Do you really think, miss, that some +one here is to go soon? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Not a bit of it. But there are so many sorts of white horses +in this world, Mrs. Helseth—Well, good-night. I shall go to my room +now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Good-night, miss. (Rebecca takes her work and goes out to +the right. MRS. HELSETH shakes her head, as she turns down the lamp, +and mutters to herself): Lord—Lord!—how queer Miss West does talk +sometimes! +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap02"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ACT II +</H3> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +(SCENE. ROSMER'S study. The door into it is in the left-hand wall. At +the back of the room is a doorway with a curtain drawn back from it, +leading to his bedroom. On the right, a window, in front of which is a +writing-table strewn with books and papers. Bookshelves and cupboards +on the walls. Homely furniture. On the left, an old-fashioned sofa with +a table in front of it. ROSMER, wearing a smoking-jacket, is sitting at +the writing-table on a high-backed chair. He is cutting and turning +over the leaves of a magazine, and dipping into it here and there. A +knock is heard at the door on the left.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (without turning round). Come in. +</P> + +<P CLASS="stage"> +(REBECCA comes in, wearing a morning wrapper.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Good morning. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (still turning over the leaves of his book). Good morning, dear. +Do you want anything? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Only to ask if you have slept well? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I went to sleep feeling so secure and happy. I did not even +dream. (Turns round.) And you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Thanks, I got to sleep in the early morning. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I do not think I have felt so light-hearted for a long time as +I do to-day. I am so glad that I had the opportunity to say what I did. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, you should not have been silent so long, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I cannot understand how I came to be such a coward. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I am sure it was not really from cowardice. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, indeed. I can see that at bottom there was some cowardice +about it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. So much the braver of you to face it as you did. (Sits down +beside him on a chair by the writing-table.) But now I want to confess +something that I have done—something that you must not be vexed with +me about. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Vexed? My dear girl, how can you think—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, because I dare say it was a little presumptuous of me, +but— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well, let me hear what it was. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Last night, when that Ulrick Brendel was going, I wrote him a +line or two to take to Mortensgaard. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (a little doubtfully). But, my dear Rebecca—What did you write, +then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I wrote that he would be doing you a service if he would +interest himself a little in that unfortunate man, and help him in any +way he could. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear, you should not have done that. You have only done +Brendel harm by doing so. And besides, Mortensgaard is a man I +particularly wish to have nothing to do with. You know I have been at +loggerheads once with him already. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But do you not think that now it might be a very good thing if +you got on to good terms with him again? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I? With Mortensgaard? For what reason, do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Well, because you cannot feel altogether secure now—since +this has come between you and your friends. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (looking at her and shaking his head). Is it possible that you +think either Kroll or any of the others would take a revenge on +me—that they could be capable of— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. In their first heat of indignation dear. No one can be certain +of that. I think, after the way Mr. Kroll took it— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, you ought to know him better than that. Kroll is an +honourable man, through and through. I will go into town this +afternoon, and have a talk with him. I will have a talk with them all. +Oh, you will see how smoothly everything will go. (MRS. HELSETH comes +in by the door on the left.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (getting up). What is it, Mrs. Helseth? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Mr. Kroll is downstairs in the hall, miss. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (getting up quickly). Kroll! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Mr. Kroll! What a surprise! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. He asks if he may come up and speak to Mr. Rosmer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (to REBECCA). What did I say! (To MRS. HELSETH). Of course he +may. (Goes to the door and calls down the stairs.) Come up, my dear +fellow! I am delighted to see you! (He stands holding the door open. +MRS. HELSETH goes out. REBECCA draws the curtain over the doorway at +the back, and then begins to tidy the room. KROLL comes in with his hat +in his hand.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (quietly, and with some emotion). I knew quite well it would not +be the last time— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. To-day I see the matter in quite a different light from +yesterday. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Of course you do, Kroll! Of course you do! You have been +thinking things over— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You misunderstand me altogether. (Puts his hat down on the +table.) It is important that I should speak to you alone. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Why may not Miss West—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, no, Mr. Rosmer. I will go. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (looking meaningly at her). And I see I ought to apologise to +you, Miss West, for coming here so early in the morning. I see I have +taken you by surprise, before you have had time to— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (with a start). Why so? Do you find anything out of place in +the fact of my wearing a morning wrapper at home here? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. By no means! Besides, I have no knowledge of what customs may +have grown up at Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Kroll, you are not the least like yourself to-day. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I will wish you good morning, Mr. Kroll. (Goes out to the +left.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. If. you will allow me— (Sits down on the couch.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, my dear fellow, let us make ourselves comfortable and have +a confidential talk. (Sits down on a chair facing KROLL.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I have not been able to close an eye since yesterday. I lay all +night, thinking and thinking. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And what have you got to say to-day? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. It will take me some time, Rosmer. Let me begin with a sort of +introduction. I can give you some news of Ulrick Brendel. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Has he been to see you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. No. He took up his quarters in a low-class tavern—in the lowest +kind of company, of course; drank, and stood drinks to others, as long +as he had any money left; and then began to abuse the whole lot of them +as a contemptible rabble—and, indeed, as far as that goes he was quite +right. But the result was, that he got a thrashing and was thrown out +into the gutter. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I see he is altogether incorrigible. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. He had pawned the coat you gave him, too, but that is going to +be redeemed for him. Can you guess by whom? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. By yourself, perhaps? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. No. By our noble friend Mr. Mortensgaard. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Is that so? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I am informed that Mr. Brendel's first visit was paid to the +"idiot" and "plebeian". +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well, it was very lucky for him— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Indeed it was. (Leans over the table, towards ROSMER.) Now I am +coming to a matter of which, for the sake of our old—our +former—friendship, it is my duty to warn you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear fellow, what is that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. It is this; that certain games are going on behind your back in +this house. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. How can you think that? Is it Rebec—is it Miss West you are +alluding to? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Precisely. And I can quite understand it on her part; she has +been accustomed, for such a long time now, to do as she likes here. But +nevertheless— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear Kroll, you are absolutely mistaken. She and I have no +secrets from one another about anything whatever. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Then has she confessed to you that she has been corresponding +with the editor of the "Searchlight"? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, you mean the couple of lines she wrote to him on Ulrik +Brendel's behalf? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You have found that out, then? And do you approve of her being +on terms of this sort with that scurrilous hack, who almost every week +tries to pillory me for my attitude in my school and out of it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear fellow, I don't suppose that side of the question has +ever occurred to her. And in any case, of course she has entire freedom +of action, just as I have myself. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Indeed? Well, I suppose that is quite in accordance with the new +turn your views have taken—because I suppose Miss West looks at things +from the same standpoint as you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. She does. We two have worked our way forward in complete +companionship. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (looking at him and shaking his head slowly). Oh, you blind, +deluded man! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I? What makes you say that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Because I dare not—I WILL not—think the worst. No, no, let me +finish what I want to say. Am I to believe that you really prize my +friendship, Rosmer? And my respect, too? Do you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Surely I need not answer that question. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Well, but there are other things that require answering—that +require full explanation on your part. Will you submit to it if I hold +a sort of inquiry—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. An inquiry? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, if I ask you questions about one or two things that it may +be painful for you to recall to mind. For instance, the matter of your +apostasy—well, your emancipation, if you choose to call it so—is +bound up with so much else for which, for your own sake, you ought to +account to me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear fellow, ask me about anything you please. I have +nothing to conceal. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Well, then, tell me this—what do you yourself believe was the +real reason of Beata's making away with herself? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Can you have any doubt? Or perhaps I should rather say, need +one look for reasons for what an unhappy sick woman, who is +unaccountable for her actions, may do? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Are you certain that Beata was so entirely unaccountable for her +actions? The doctors, at all events, did not consider that so +absolutely certain. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. If the doctors had ever seen her in the state in which I have +so often seen her, both night and day, they would have had no doubt +about it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I did not doubt it either, at the time. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Of course not. It was impossible to doubt it, unfortunately. +You remember what I told you of her ungovernable, wild fits of +passion—which she expected me to reciprocate. She terrified me! And +think how she tortured herself with baseless self-reproaches in the +last years of her life! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, when she knew that she would always be childless. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well, think what it meant—to be perpetually in the clutches of +such—agony of mind over a thing that she was not in the slightest +degree responsible for—! Are you going to suggest that she was +accountable for her actions? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Hm!—Do you remember whether at that time you had, in the house +any books dealing with the purport of marriage—according to the +advanced views of to-day? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I remember Miss West's lending me a work of the kind. She +inherited Dr. West's library, you know. But, my dear Kroll, you surely +do not suppose that we were so imprudent as to let the poor sick +creature get wind of any such ideas? I can solemnly swear that we were +in no way to blame. It was the overwrought nerves of her own brain that +were responsible for these frantic aberrations. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. There is one thing, at any rate, that I can tell you now, and +that is that your poor tortured and overwrought Beata put an end to her +own life in order that yours might be happy—and that you might be free +to live as you pleased. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (starting half up from his chair). What do you mean by that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You must listen to me quietly, Rosmer—because now I can speak +of it. During the last year of her life she came twice to see me, to +tell me what she suffered from her fears and her despair. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. On that point? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. No. The first time she came she declared that you were on the +high road to apostasy—that you were going to desert the faith that +your father had taught you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (eagerly). What you say is impossible, Kroll!—absolutely +impossible! You must be wrong about that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Why? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Because as long as Beata lived I was still doubting and +fighting with myself. And I fought out that fight alone and in the +completest secrecy. I do not imagine that even Rebecca— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, well—Miss West. I call her Rebecca for the sake of +convenience. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. So I have observed. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. That is why it is so incomprehensible to me that Beata should +have had any suspicion of it. Why did she never speak to me about +it?—for she never did, by a single word. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Poor soul—she begged and implored me to speak to you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Then why did you never do so? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Do you think I had a moment's doubt, at that time, that her mind +was unhinged? Such an accusation as that, against a man like you! Well, +she came to see me again, about a month later. She seemed calmer then; +but, as she was going away, she said: "They may expect to see the White +Horse soon at Rosmersholm." +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, I know—the White Horse. She often used to talk about that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And then, when I tried to distract her from such unhappy +thoughts, she only answered: "I have not much time left; for John must +marry Rebecca immediately now." +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (almost speechless). What are you saying! I marry—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. That was on a Thursday afternoon. On the Saturday evening she +threw herself from the footbridge into the millrace. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And you never warned us! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Well, you know yourself how constantly she used to say that she +was sure she would die before long. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, I know. But, all the same, you ought to have warned us! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I did think of doing so. But then it was too late. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But since then, why have you not—? Why have you kept all this +to yourself? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. What good would it have done for me to come here and add to your +pain and distress? Of course I thought the whole thing was merely wild, +empty fancy—until yesterday evening. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Then you do not think so any longer? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Did not Beata see clearly enough, when she saw that you were +going to fall away from your childhood's faith? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (staring in front of him). Yes, I cannot understand that. It is +the most incomprehensible thing in the world to me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Incomprehensible or not, the thing is true. And now I ask you, +Rosmer, how much truth is there in her other accusation?—the last one, +I mean. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Accusation? Was that an accusation, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Perhaps you did not notice how it was worded. She said she meant +to stand out of the way. Why? Well? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. In order that I might marry Rebecca, apparently. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. That was not quite how it was worded. Beata expressed herself +differently. She said "I have not much time left; for John must marry +Rebecca IMMEDIATELY now." +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (looks at him for a moment; then gets up). Now I understand you, +Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And if you do? What answer have you to make? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (in an even voice, controlling himself). To such an +unheard-of—? The only fitting answer would be to point to the door. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (getting up). Very good. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (standing face to face with him). Listen to me. For considerably +more than a year to be precise, since Beata's death—Rebecca West and I +have lived here alone at Rosmersholm. All that time you have known of +the charge Beata made against us; but I have never for one moment seen +you appear the least scandalised at our living together here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I never knew, till yesterday evening, that it was a case of an +apostate man and an "emancipated" woman living together. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah! So then you do not believe in any purity of life among +apostates or emancipated folk? You do not believe that they may have +the instinct of morality ingrained in their natures? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I have no particular confidence in the kind of morality that is +not rooted in the Church's faith. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And you mean that to apply to Rebecca and myself?—to my +relations with Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I cannot make any departure, in favour of you two, from my +opinion that there is certainly no very wide gulf between free thinking +and—ahem! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And what? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And free love, since you force me to say it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (gently). And you are not ashamed to say that to me!—you, who +have known me ever since I was a boy. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. It is just for that reason. I know how easily you allow yourself +to be influenced by those you associate with. And as for your +Rebecca—well, your Miss West, then—to tell the truth, we know very +little about her. To cut the matter short, Rosmer—I am not going to +give you up. And you, on your part, ought to try and save yourself in +time. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Save myself? How—? (MRS. HELSETH looks in through the door on +the left.) What do you want? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. I wanted to ask Miss West to come down, sir. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Miss West is not up here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Indeed, sir? (Looks round the room.) That is very +strange. (Goes out.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You were saying—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Listen to me. As to what may have gone on here in secret while +Beata was alive, and as to what may be still going on here, I have no +wish to inquire more closely. You were, of course, extremely unhappy in +your marriage—and to some extent that may be urged in your excuse— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, how little you really know me! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Do not interrupt me. What I want to say is this. If you +definitely must continue living with Miss West, it is absolutely +necessary that you should conceal the revolution of opinion—I mean the +distressing apostasy—that she has beguiled you into. Let me speak! Let +me speak! I say that, if you are determined to go on with this folly, +for heaven's sake hold any variety of ideas or opinions or beliefs you +like—but keep your opinions to yourself. It is a purely personal +matter, and there is not the slightest necessity to go proclaiming it +all over the countryside. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It is a necessity for me to abandon a false and equivocal +position. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. But you have a duty towards the traditions of your family, +Rosmer! Remember that! From time immemorial Rosmersholm has been a +stronghold of discipline and order, of respect and esteem for all that +the best people in our community have upheld and sanctioned. The whole +neighbourhood has taken its tone from Rosmersholm. If the report gets +about that you yourself have broken with what I may call the Rosmer +family tradition, it will evoke an irreparable state of unrest. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My dear Kroll, I cannot see the matter in that light. It seems +to me that it is my imperative duty to bring a little light and +happiness into the place where the race of Rosmers has spread darkness +and oppression for all these long years. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (looking severely at him). Yes, that would be a worthy action for +the man with whom the race will disappear. Let such things alone, my +friend. It is no suitable task for you. You were meant to lead the +peaceful life of a student. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, that may be so. But nevertheless I want to try and play my +humble part in the struggles of life. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. The struggles of life! Do you know what that will mean for you? +It will mean war to the death with all your friends. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (quietly). I do not imagine they are all such fanatics as you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You are a simple-minded creature, Rosmer—an inexperienced +creature. You have no suspicion of the violence of the storm that will +burst upon you. (MRS. HELSETH slightly opens the door on the left.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Miss West wishes me to ask you, sir +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What is it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. There is some one downstairs that wishes to speak to you +for a minute, sir. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Is it the gentleman that was here yesterday afternoon, by any +chance? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. No, it is that Mr. Mortensgaard. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Mortensgaard? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Aha! So matters have got as far as that already, have they! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What does he want with me? Why did you not send him away? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Miss West told me to ask you if he might come up. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Tell him I am engaged, and— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (to MRS. HELSETH). No; show him up, please. (MRS. HELSETH goes +out. KROLL takes up his hat.) I quit the field—temporarily. But we +have not fought the decisive action yet. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. As truly as I stand here, Kroll, I have absolutely nothing to +do with Mortensgaard. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I do not believe you any longer on any point. Under no +circumstances shall I have any faith in you after this. It is war to +the knife now. We shall try if we cannot make you powerless to do any +harm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, Kroll—how you have sunk! How low you have sunk! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I? And a man like you has the face to say so? Remember Beata! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Are you harking back to that again! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. No. You must solve the riddle of the millrace as your conscience +will allow you—if you have any conscience still left. (PETER +MORTENSGAARD comes in softly and quietly, by the door on the left. He +is a short, slightly built man with sparse reddish hair and beard. +KROLL gives him a look of hatred.) The "Searchlight" too, I see. +Lighted at Rosmersholm! (Buttons up his coat.) That leaves me no doubt +as to the course I should steer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard (quietly). The "Searchlight" will always be ready burning +to light Mr. Kroll home. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, you have shown me your goodwill for a long time. To be sure +there is a Commandment that forbids us to bear false witness against +our neighbour— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Mr. Kroll has no need to instruct me in the Commandments. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Not even in the sixth? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Kroll—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. If I needed such instruction, Mr. Rosmer is the most +suitable person to give it me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (with scarcely concealed scorn). Mr. Rosmer? Oh yes, the Reverend +Mr. Rosmer is undoubtedly the most suitable man for that! I hope you +will enjoy yourselves, gentlemen. (Goes out and slams the door after +him.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (stands looking at the door, and says to himself). Yes, yes—it +had to be so. (Turns round.) Will you tell me, Mr. Mortensgaard, what +has brought you out here to see me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. It was really Miss West I wanted to see. I thought I +ought to thank her for the kind letter I received from her yesterday. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I know she has written to you. Have you had a talk with her? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Yes, a little. (Smiles slightly.) I hear that there has +been a change of views in certain respects at Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. My views have changed to a very considerable extent; I might +almost say entirely. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. That is what Miss West said. And that was why she thought +I ought to come up and have a little chat with you about this. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. About what, Mr. Mortensgaard? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. May I have your permission to announce in the +"Searchlight" that you have altered your opinions, and are going to +devote yourself to the cause of free thought and progress? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. By all means. I will go so far as to ask you to make the +announcement. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Then it shall appear to-morrow. It will be a great and +weighty piece of news that the Reverend Mr. Rosmer of Rosmersholm has +made up his mind to join the forces of light in that direction too. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I do not quite understand you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. What I mean is that it implies the gain of strong moral +support for our party every time we win over an earnest, +Christian-minded adherent. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (with some astonishment). Then you don't know—? Did Miss West +not tell you that as well? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. What, Mr. Rosmer? Miss West was in a considerable hurry. +She told me to come up, and that I would hear the rest of it from +yourself. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Very well, then; let me tell you that I have cut myself free +entirely—on every side. I have now, no connection of any kind with the +tenets of the Church. For the future such matters have not the smallest +signification for me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard (looking at him in perplexity). Well, if the moon had +fallen down from the sky, I could not be more—! To think that I should +ever hear you yourself renounce—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, I stand now where you have stood for a long time. You can +announce that in the "Searchlight" to-morrow too. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. That, too? No, my dear Mr. Rosmer—you must excuse +me—but it is not worth touching on that side of the matter. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Not touch on it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Not at first, I think. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But I do not understand— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Well, it is like this, Mr. Rosmer. You are not as +familiar with all the circumstances of the case as I am, I expect. But +if you, too, have joined the forces of freedom—and if you, as Miss +West says you do, mean to take part in the movement—I conclude you do +so with the desire to be as useful to the movement as you possibly can, +in practice as well as, in theory. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, that is my most sincere wish. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Very well. But I must impress on you, Mr. Rosmer, that if +you come forward openly with this news about your defection from the +Church, you will tie your own hands immediately. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Do you think so? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Yes, you may be certain that there is not much that you +would be able to do hereabouts. And besides, Mr. Rosmer, we have quite +enough freethinkers already—indeed, I was going to say we have too +many of those gentry. What the party needs is a Christian +element—something that every one must respect. That is what we want +badly. And for that reason it is most advisable that you should hold +your tongue about any matters that do not concern the public. That is +my opinion. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I see. Then you would not risk having anything to do with me if +I were to confess my apostasy openly? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard (shaking his head). I should not like to, Mr. Rosmer. +Lately I have made it a rule never to support anybody or anything that +is opposed to the interests of the Church. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Have you, then, entered the fold of the Church again lately? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. That is another matter altogether. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, that is how it is. Yes, I understand you now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Mr. Rosmer—you ought to remember that I, of all people, +have not absolute freedom of action. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What hampers you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. What hampers me is that I am a marked man. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah—of course. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. A marked man, Mr. Rosmer. And you, of all people, ought +to remember that—because you were responsible, more than any one else, +for my being branded. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. If I had stood then where I stand now, I should have handled +the affair more judiciously. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. I think so too. But it is too late now; you have branded +me, once for all—branded me for life. I do not suppose you can fully +realise what such a thing means. But it is possible that you may soon +feel the smart of it yourself now, Mr. Rosmer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Yes. You surely do not suppose that Mr. Kroll and his +gang will be inclined to forgive a rupture such as yours? And the +"County News" is going to be pretty bloodthirsty, I hear. It may very +well come to pass that you will be a marked man, too. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. On personal grounds, Mr. Mortensgaard, I feel myself to be +invulnerable. My conduct does not offer any point of attack. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard (with a quiet smile). That is saying a good deal, Mr. +Rosmer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Perhaps it is. But I have the right to say as much. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Even if you were inclined to overhaul your conduct as +thoroughly as you once overhauled mine? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You say that very strangely. What are you driving at?—is it +anything definite? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Yes, there is one definite thing—no more than a single +one. But it might be quite awkward enough if malicious opponents got a +hint of it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Will you have the kindness to tell me what on earth it is? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Can you not guess, Mr. Rosmer? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. No, not for a moment. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. All right. I must come out with it, then. I have in my +possession a remarkable letter, that was written here at Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Miss West's letter, you mean? Is it so remarkable? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. No, that letter is not remarkable. But I received a +letter from this house on another occasion. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. From Miss West? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. No, Mr. Rosmer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well, from whom, then? From whom? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. From your late wife. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. From my wife? You had a letter from my wife? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Yes, I did. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. When? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. It was during the poor lady's last days. It must be about +a year and a half ago now. And that is the letter that is so remarkable. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Surely you know that my wife's mind was affected at that time? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. I know there were a great many people who thought so. +But, in my opinion, no one would have imagined anything of the kind +from the letter. When I say the letter is a remarkable one, I mean +remarkable in quite another way. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And what in the world did my poor wife find to write to you +about? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. I have the letter at home. It begins more or less to the +effect that she is living in perpetual terror and dread, because of the +fact that there are so many evilly disposed people about her whose only +desire is to do you harm and mischief. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Yes, so she says. And then follows the most remarkable +part of it all. Shall I tell you, Mr. Rosmer? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Of course! Tell me everything, without any reserve. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. The poor lady begs and entreats me to be magnanimous. She +says that she knows it was you, who got me dismissed from my post as +schoolmaster, and implores me most earnestly not to revenge myself upon +you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What way did she think you could revenge yourself, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. The letter goes on to say that if I should hear that +anything sinful was going on at Rosmersholm, I was not to believe a +word of it; that it would be only the work of wicked folk who were +spreading the rumours on purpose to do you harm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Does the letter say that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. You may read it at your convenience, Mr. Rosmer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But I cannot understand—? What did she imagine there could be +any wicked rumours about? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. In the first place, that you had broken away from the +faith of your childhood. Mrs. Rosmer denied that absolutely—at that +time. And, in the next place—ahem! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. In the next place? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Well, in the next place she writes—though rather +confusedly—that she has no knowledge of any sinful relations existing +at Rosmersholm; that she has never been wronged in any way; and that if +any rumours of that sort should get about, she entreats me not to +allude to them in the "Searchlight". +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Does she mention any names? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. No. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Who brought you the letter? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. I promised not to tell that. It was brought to me one +evening after dark. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. If you had made inquiries at the time, you would have learnt +that my poor unhappy wife was not fully accountable for her actions. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. I did make inquiries, Mr. Rosmer; but I must say I did +not get exactly that impression. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Not?—But why have you chosen this moment to enlighten me as to +the existence of this old crazy letter? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. With the object of advising you to be extremely cautious, +Mr. Rosmer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. As to my way of life, do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. Yes. You must remember that for the future you will not +be unassailable. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. So you persist in thinking that I have something to conceal +here? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. I do not see any reason why a man of emancipated ideas +should refrain from living his life as fully as possible. 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. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Good-bye. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mortensgaard. I shall go straight to the printing-office now and have +the great piece of news inserted in the "Searchlight". +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Put it all in. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +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.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (still standing in the doorway, calls softly). Rebecca! +Reb—ahem! (Calls loudly.) Mrs. Helseth—is Miss West downstairs? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth (from below). No, sir, she is not here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +(The curtain at the end of the room is drawn back, disclosing REBECCA +standing in the doorway.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. John! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (turning round). What! Were you in there, in my bedroom! My +dear, what were you doing there? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (going up to him). I have been listening. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Rebecca! Could you do a thing like that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Indeed I could. It was so horrid the way he said that—about +my morning wrapper. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah, so you were in there too when Kroll—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. I wanted to know what was at the bottom of his mind. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You know I would have told you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I scarcely think you would have told me everything—certainly +not in his own words. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Did you hear everything, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Most of it, I think. I had to go down for a moment when +Mortensgaard came. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And then came up again? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do not take it ill of me, dear friend. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Do anything that you think right and proper. You have full +freedom of action.—But what do you say to it all, Rebecca? Ah, I do +not think I have ever stood so much in need of you as I do to-day. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Surely both you and I have been prepared for what would happen +some day. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. No, no—not for this. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Not for this? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It is true that I used to think that sooner or later our +beautiful pure friendship would come to be attacked by calumny and +suspicion—not on Kroll's part, for I never would have believed such a +thing of him—but on the part of the coarse-minded and ignoble-eyed +crowd. Yes, indeed; I had good reason enough for so jealously drawing a +veil of concealment over our compact. It was a dangerous secret. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Why should we pay any heed to what all these other people +think? You and I know that we have nothing to reproach ourselves with. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I? Nothing to reproach myself with? It is true enough that I +thought so until to-day. But now, now, Rebecca— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes? Now? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. How am I to account to myself for Beata's horrible accusation? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (impetuously). Oh, don't talk about Beata! Don't think about +Beata any more! She is dead, and you seemed at last to have been able +to get away from the thought of her. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Since I have learnt of this, it seems just as if she had come +to life again in some uncanny fashion. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh no—you must not say that, John! You must not! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I tell you it is so. We must try and get to the bottom of it. +How can she have strayed into such a woeful misunderstanding of me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Surely you too are not beginning to doubt that she was very +nearly insane? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well, I cannot deny it is just of that fact that I feel I +cannot be so altogether certain any longer. And besides if it were so— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. If it were so? What then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What I mean is—where are we to look for the actual cause of +her sick woman's fancies turning into insanity? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What good can it possibly do for you to indulge in such +speculations! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I cannot do otherwise, Rebecca. I cannot let this doubt go on +gnawing at my heart, however unwilling I may be to face it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But it may become a real danger to you to be perpetually +dwelling on this one lugubrious topic. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (walking about restlessly and absorbed in the idea). I must have +betrayed myself in some way or other. She must have noticed how happy I +began to feel from the day you came to us. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes; but dear, even if that were so— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You may be sure she did not fail to notice that we read the +same books; that we sought one another's company, and discussed every +new topic together. But I cannot understand it—because I was always so +careful to spare her. When I look back, it seems to me that I did +everything I could to keep her apart from our lives. Or did I not, +Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, yes—undoubtedly you did. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And so did you, too. And notwithstanding that—! Oh, it is +horrible to think of! To think that here she was—with her affection +all distorted by illness—never saying a word—watching us—noticing +everything and—and—misconstruing everything. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (wringing her hands). Oh, I never ought to have come to +Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Just think what she must have suffered in silence! Think of all +the horrible things her poor diseased brain must have led her to +believe about us and store up in her mind about us! Did she never speak +to you of anything that could give you any kind of clue? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (as if startled). To me! Do you suppose I should have remained +here a day longer, if she had? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. No, no—that is obvious. What a fight she must have fought—and +fought alone, Rebecca! In despair, and all alone. And then, in the end, +the poignant misery of her victory—which was also her accusation of +us—in the mill-race! (Throws himself into a chair, rests his elbows on +the table, and hides his face in his hands.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (coming quietly up behind him). Listen to me, John. If it were +in your power to call Beata back—to you—to Rosmersholm—would you do +it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. How can I tell what I would do or what I would not do! I have +no thoughts for anything but the one thing which is irrevocable. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You ought to be beginning to live now, John. You were +beginning. You had freed yourself completely on all sides. You were +feeling so happy and so light-hearted +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I know—that is true enough. And then comes this overwhelming +blow. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (standing behind him, with her arms on the back of his chair). +How beautiful it was when we used to sit there downstairs in the +dusk—and helped each other to plan our lives out afresh. You wanted to +catch hold of actual life—the actual life of the day, as you used to +say. You wanted to pass from house to house like a guest who brought +emancipation with him—to win over men's thoughts and wills to your +own—to fashion noble men all around you, in a wider and wider +circle—noble men! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Noble men and happy men. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, happy men. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Because it is happiness that gives the soul nobility, Rebecca. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do you not think suffering too? The deepest suffering? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, if one can win through it—conquer it—conquer it +completely. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That is what you must do. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (shaking his head sadly). I shall never conquer this completely. +There will always be a doubt confronting me—a question. I shall never +again be able to lose myself in the enjoyment of what makes life so +wonderfully beautiful. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (speaking over the back of his chair, softly). What do you +mean, John? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (looking up at her). Calm and happy innocence. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (taking a step backwards). Of course. Innocence. (A short +silence.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (resting his head on his hands with his elbows on the table, and +looking straight in front of him). How ingeniously—how +systematically—she must have put one thing together with another! +First of all she begins to have a suspicion as to my orthodoxy. How on +earth did she get that idea in her mind? Any way, she did; and the idea +grew into a certainty. And then—then, of course, it was easy for her +to think everything else possible. (Sits up in his chair and, runs his +hands through his hair.) The wild fancies I am haunted with! I shall +never get quit of them. I am certain of that—certain. They will always +be starting up before me to remind me of the dead. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Like the White Horse of Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, like that. Rushing at me out of the dark—out of the +silence. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. And, because of this morbid fancy of yours, you are going to +give up the hold you had just gained upon real life? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You are right, it seems hard—hard, Rebecca. But I have no +power of choice in the matter. How do you think I could ever get the +mastery over it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (standing behind his chair). By making new ties for yourself. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (starts, and looks up). New ties? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, new ties with the outside world. Live, work, do +something! Do not sit here musing and brooding over insoluble +conundrums. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (getting up). New ties! (Walks across the room, turns at the +door and comes back again.) A question occurs to my mind. Has it not +occurred to you too, Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (catching her breath). Let me hear what it is. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What do you suppose will become of the tie between us, after +to-day? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I think surely our friendship can endure, come what may. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, but that is not exactly what I meant. I was thinking of +what brought us together from the first, what links us so closely to +one another—our common belief in the possibility of a man and a woman +living together in chastity. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, yes—what of it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What I mean is—does not such a tie as that—such a tie as +ours—seem to belong properly to a life lived in quiet, happy +peacefulness? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Well? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But now I see stretching before me a life of strife and unrest +and violent emotions. For I mean to live my life, Rebecca! I am not +going to let myself be beaten to the ground by the dread of what may +happen. I am not going to have my course of life prescribed for me, +either by any living soul or by another. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, no—do not! Be a free man in everything, John! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Do you understand what is in my Mind, then? Do you not know? Do +you not see how I could best win my freedom from all these harrowing +memories from the whole sad past? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Tell me! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. By setting up, in opposition to them, a new and living reality. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (feeling for the back of the chair). A living—? What do you +mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (coming closer to her). Rebecca—suppose I asked you now—will +you be my second wife? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (is speechless for a moment, then gives a cry of joy). Your +wife! Yours—! I! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes—let us try what that will do. We two shall be one. There +must no longer be any empty place left by the dead in this house. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I—in Beata's place—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And then that chapter of my life will be closed—completely +closed, never to be reopened. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (in a low, trembling voice). Do you think so, John? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It must be so! It must! I cannot—I will not—go through life +with a dead body on my back. Help me to throw it off, Rebecca; and then +let us stifle all memories in our sense of freedom, in joy, in passion. +You shall be to me the only wife I have ever had. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (controlling herself). Never speak of this, again. I will never +be your wife. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What! Never? Do you think, then, that you could not learn to +love me? Is not our friendship already tinged with love? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (stopping her ears, as if in fear). Don't speak like that, +John! Don't say such things! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (catching her by the arm). It is true! There is a growing +possibility in the tie that is between us. I can see that you feel +that, as well as I—do you not, Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (controlling herself completely). Listen. Let me tell you +this—if you persist in this, I shall leave Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Leave Rosmersholm! You! You cannot do that. It is impossible. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It is still more impossible for me to become your wife. Never, +as long as I live, can I be that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (looks at her in surprise). You say "can"—and you say it so +strangely. Why can you not? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (taking both his hands in hers). Dear friend—for your own +sake, as well as for mine, do not ask me why. (Lets go of his hands.) +So, John. (Goes towards the door on the left.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. For the future the world will hold only one question for +me—why? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (turns and looks at him). In that case everything is at an end. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Between you and me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Things can never be at an end between us two. You shall never +leave Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (with her hand on the door-handle). No, I dare say I shall not. +But, all the same, if you question me again, it will mean the end of +everything. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. The end of everything, all the same? How—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Because then I shall go the way Beata went. Now you know, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Rebecca—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (stops at the door and nods: slowly). Now you know. (Goes out.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (stares in bewilderment at the shut door, and says to himself): +What can it mean? +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap03"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ACT III +</H3> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +(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.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (after a short pause). I wonder why Mr. Rosmer is so late in +coming down to-day? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Oh, he is often as late as this, miss. He is sure to be +down directly. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Have you seen anything of him? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. No, miss, except that as I took his coffee into his study +he went into his bedroom to finish dressing. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. The reason I ask is that he was not very well yesterday. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. No, he did not look well. It made me wonder whether +something had gone amiss between him and his brother-in-law. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What do you suppose could go amiss between them? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. I can't say, miss. Perhaps it was that fellow +Mortensgaard set them at loggerheads. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It is quite possible. Do you know anything of this Peter +Mortensgaard? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Not I! How could you think so, miss—a man like that! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Because of that horrid paper he edits, you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Not only because of that, miss. I suppose you have heard +that a certain married woman, whose husband had deserted her, had a +child by him? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I have heard it; but of course that was long before I came +here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Bless me, yes—he was quite a young man then. But she +might have had more sense than he had. He wanted to marry her, too, but +that could not be done; and so he had to pay heavily for it. But since +then—my word!—Mortensgaard has risen in the world. There are lots of +people who run after him now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I believe most of the poor people turn to him first when they +are in any trouble. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Oh, not only the poor people, miss— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (glancing at her unobserved). Indeed? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth (standing at the sofa, dusting vigorously). People you +would least expect, sometimes, miss. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (arranging the flowers). Yes, but that is only an idea of +yours, Mrs. Helseth. You cannot know that for certain. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. You think I don't know anything about that for certain, +do you, miss? Indeed I do. Because—if I must let out the secret at +last—I carried a letter to Mortensgaard myself once. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (turns round). No—did you! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, that I did. And that letter, let me tell you, was +written here—at Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Really, Mrs. Helseth? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. I give you my word it was, miss. And it was written on +good note-paper—and sealed with beautiful red sealing-wax. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. And you were entrusted with the delivery of it? Dear Mrs. +Helseth, it is not very difficult to guess whom it was from. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Who, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Naturally, it was something that poor Mrs. Rosmer in her +invalid state— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Well, you have mentioned her name, miss—not I. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But what was in the letter?—No, of course, you cannot know +that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Hm!—it is just possible I may know, all the same. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Did she tell you what she was writing about, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. No, she did not do that. But when Mortensgaard had read +it, he set to work and cross-questioned me, so that I got a very good +idea of what was in it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What do you think was in it, then? Oh, dear, good Mrs. +Helseth, do tell me! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Certainly not, miss. Not for worlds. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, you can tell me. You and I are such friends, you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Heaven forbid I should tell you anything about that, +miss. I shall not tell you anything, except that it was some dreadful +idea that they had gone and put into my poor sick mistress's head. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Who had put it into her head? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Wicked people, miss. Wicked people. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Wicked—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, I say it again—very wicked people, they must have +been. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. And what do you think it could be? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Oh, I know what I think—but, please Heaven, I'll keep my +mouth shut. At the same time, there is a certain lady in the town—hm! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I can see you mean Mrs. Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, she is a queer one, she is. She has always been very +much on the high horse with me. And she has never looked with any +friendly eye on you, either, miss. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do you think Mrs. Rosmer was quite in her right mind when she +wrote that letter to Mortensgaard? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. It is so difficult to tell, miss. I certainly don't think +she was quite out of her mind. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But you know she seemed to go quite distracted when she learnt +that she would never be able to have a child. That was when her madness +first showed itself. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, that had a terrible effect on her, poor lady. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (taking up her work, and sitting down on a chair by the +window). But, in other respects, do you not think that was really a +good thing for Mr. Rosmer, Mrs. Helseth? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. What, miss? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That there were no children? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Hm!—I really do not know what to say to that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Believe me, it was best for him. Mr. Rosmer was never meant to +be surrounded by crying children. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Little children do not cry at Rosmersholm, Miss West. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking at her). Not cry? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. No. In this house, little children have never been known +to cry, as long as any one can remember. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That is very strange. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, isn't it, miss? But it runs in the family. And there +is another thing that is just as strange; when they grow up they never +laugh—never laugh, all their lives. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But that would be extraordinary +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Have you ever once heard or seen Mr. Rosmer laugh, miss? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No—now that I think of it, I almost believe you are right. +But I fancy most of the folk hereabouts laugh very little. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. That is quite true. People say it began at Rosmersholm, +and I expect it spread like a sort of infection. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You are a sagacious woman, Mrs. Helseth! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Oh, you mustn't sit there and make game of me, miss. +(Listens.) Hush, hush—Mr. Rosmer is coming down. He doesn't like to +see brooms about. (Goes out by the door on the right. ROSMER, with his +stick and hat in his hand, comes in from the lobby.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Good-morning, Rebecca. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Good-morning, dear. (She goes on working for a little while in +silence.) Are you going out? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It is such a lovely day. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You did not come up to see me this morning. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No—I didn't. Not to-day. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Don't you mean to do so in future, either? Rebecca. I cannot +say yet, dear. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Has anything come for me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. The "County News" has come. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. The "County News"! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. There it is, on the table. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (putting down his hat and stick). Is there anything—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And you did not send it up to me +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You will read it quite soon enough. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well, let us see. (Takes up the paper and stands by the table +reading it.) What!—"cannot pronounce too emphatic a warning against +unprincipled deserters." (Looks at her.) They call me a deserter, +Rebecca. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. They mention no names at all. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It comes to the same thing. (Goes on reading.) "Secret traitors +to the good cause."—"Judas-like creatures, who shamelessly confess +their apostasy as soon as they think the most opportune and most +profitable moment has arrived."—"A reckless outrage on the fair fame +of honoured ancestors"—"in the expectation that those who are enjoying +a brief spell of authority will not disappoint them of a suitable +reward." (Lays the paper down on the table.) And they write that of +me—these men who have known me so long and so intimately—write a +thing that they do not even believe themselves! They know there is not +a single word of truth in it—and yet they write it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. There is more of it yet. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (taking up the paper again). "Make some allowance for +inexperience and want of judgment"—"a pernicious influence which, very +possibly, has extended even to matters which for the present we will +refrain from publicly discussing or condemning." (Looks at her.) What +does that mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That is a hit at me, obviously. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (laying down the paper). Rebecca, this is the conduct of +dishonourable men. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, it seems to me they have no right to talk about +Mortensgaard. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (walking up and down the room). They must be saved from this +sort of thing. All the good that is in men is destroyed, if it is +allowed to go on. But it shall not be so! How happy—how happy I should +feel if I could succeed in bringing a little light into all this murky +ugliness. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (getting up). I am sure of it. There is something great, +something splendid, for you to live for! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Just think of it—if I could wake them to a real knowledge of +themselves—bring them to be angry with and ashamed of +themselves—induce them to be at one with each other in toleration, in +love, Rebecca! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes! Give yourself up entirely to that task, and you will see +that you will succeed. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I think it might be done. What happiness it would be to live +one's life, then! No more hateful strife—only emulation; every eye +fixed on the same goal; every man's will, every man's thoughts moving +forward-upward—each in its own inevitable path Happiness for all—and +through the efforts of all! (Looks out of the window as he speaks, then +gives a start and says gloomily:) Ah! not through me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Not—not through you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Nor for me, either. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, John, have no such doubts. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Happiness, dear Rebecca, means first and foremost the calm, +joyous sense of innocence. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (staring in front of her). Ah, innocence— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You need fear nothing on that score. But I— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You least of all men! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (pointing out of the window). The mill-race. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, John!—(MRS. HELSETH looks in in through the door on the +left.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Miss West! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Presently, presently. Not now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +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.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (uneasily). Was it anything for me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +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. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (taking up his hat). Yes, come along; we will go together. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, dear, I can't just now. You must go by yourself. But shake +off all these gloomy thoughts—promise me that! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I shall never be able to shake them quite off, I am afraid. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, but how can you let such groundless fancies take such a +hold on you! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +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. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. In what way do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Saw things truly when she believed I loved you, Rebecca. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Truly in THAT respect? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (laying his hat down on the table). This is the question I have +been wrestling with—whether we two have deluded ourselves the whole +time, when we have been calling the tie between us merely friendship. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do you mean, then, that the right name for it would have +been—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Love. Yes, dear, that is what I mean. Even while Beata was +alive, it was you that I gave all my thoughts to. It was you alone I +yearned for. It was with you that I experienced peaceful, joyful, +passionless happiness. When we consider it rightly, Rebecca, our life +together began like the sweet, mysterious love of two children for one +another—free from desire or any thought of anything more. Did you not +feel it in that way too? Tell me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (struggling with herself). Oh, I do not know what to answer. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And it was this life of intimacy, with one another and for one +another, that we took to be friendship. No, dear—the tie between us +has been a spiritual marriage—perhaps from the very first day. That is +why I am guilty. I had no right to it—no right to it for Beata's sake. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No right to a happy life? Do you believe that, John? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. She looked at the relations between us through the eyes of HER +love—judged them after the nature of HER love. And it was only +natural. She could not have judged them otherwise than she did. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But how can you so accuse yourself for Beata's delusions? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It was for love of me—in her own way that—she threw herself +into the mill-race. That fact is certain, Rebecca. I can never get +beyond that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, do not think of anything else but the great, splendid task +that you are going to devote your life to! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (shaking his head). It can never be carried through. Not by me. +Not after what I know now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Why not by you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Because no cause can ever triumph which has its beginnings in +guilt. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (impetuously). Oh, these are nothing but prejudices you have +inherited—these doubts, these fears, these scruples! You have a legend +here that your dead return to haunt you in the form of white horses. +This seems to me to be something of that sort. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Be that as it may, what difference does it make if I cannot +shake it off? Believe me, Rebecca, it is as I say—any cause which is +to win a lasting victory must be championed by a man who is joyous and +innocent. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But is joy so absolutely indispensable to you, John? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Joy? Yes, indeed it is. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. To you, who never laugh? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, in spite of that. Believe me, I have a great capacity for +joy. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Now you really must go out, dear—for a long walk—a really +long one, do you hear? There is your hat, and there is your stick. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (taking them from her). Thank you. And you won't come too? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, no, I can't come now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Very well. You are none the less always with me now. (Goes out +by the entrance hall. After a moment REBECCA peeps out from behind the +door which he has left open. Then she goes to the door on the right, +which she opens.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (in a whisper). Now, Mrs. Helseth. You can let him come in now. +(Crosses to the window. A moment later, KROLL comes in from the right. +He bows to her silently and formally and keeps his hat in his hand.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Has he gone, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Does he generally stay out long? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. But to-day he is in a very uncertain mood—so, if you do +not want to meet him— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Certainly not. It is you I wish to speak to—and quite alone. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Then we had better make the best of our time. Please sit down. +(She sits down in an easy-chair by the window. KROLL takes a chair +beside her.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Miss West, you can scarcely have any idea how deeply pained and +unhappy I am over this revolution that has taken place in John Rosmer's +ideas. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. We were prepared for that being so—at first. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Only at first? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Mr. Rosmer hoped confidently that sooner or later you would +take your place beside him. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You and all his other friends. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. That should convince you how feeble his judgment is on any +matter concerning his fellow-creatures and the affairs of real life. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. In any case, now that he feels the absolute necessity of +cutting himself free on all sides— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes; but, let me tell you, that is exactly what I do not believe. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What do you believe, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I believe it is you that are at the bottom of the whole thing. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Your wife put that into your head, Mr. Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. It does not matter who put it into my head. The point is this, +that I feel grave doubts—exceedingly grave doubts—when I recall and +think over the whole of your behaviour since you came here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking at him). I have a notion that there was a time when +you had an exceedingly strong BELIEF in me, dear Mr. Kroll—I might +almost say, a warm belief. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (in a subdued voice). I believe you could bewitch any one—if you +set yourself to do it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. And you say I set myself to do it! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, you did. I am no longer such a simpleton as to suppose that +sentiment entered into your little game at all. You simply wanted to +secure yourself admission to Rosmersholm—to establish yourself here. +That was what I was to help you to. I see it now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Then you have completely forgotten that it was Beata that +begged and entreated me to come and live here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, because you had bewitched her too. Are you going to pretend +that friendship is the name for what she came to feel towards you? It +was idolatry—adoration. It degenerated into a—what shall I call, +it?—a sort of desperate passion. Yes, that is just the word for it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Have the goodness to remember the condition your sister was +in. As far as I am concerned I do not think I can be said to be +particularly emotional in any way. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. No, you certainly are not. But that makes you all the more +dangerous to those whom you wish to get into your power. It comes easy +to you to act with deliberation and careful calculation, just because +you have a cold heart. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Cold? Are you so sure of that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I am certain of it now. Otherwise you could not have pursued +your object here so unswervingly, year after year. Yes, yes—you have +gained what you wanted. You have got him and everything else here into +your power. But, to carry out your schemes, you have not scrupled to +make him unhappy. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That is not true. It is not I; it is you yourself that have +made him unhappy. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, by leading him to imagine that he was responsible for the +terrible end that overtook Beata. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Did that affect him so deeply, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Of course. A man of such gentle disposition as he— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I imagined that one of your so-called "emancipated" men would +know how to overcome any scruples. But there it is! Oh, yes—as a +matter of fact it turned out just as I expected. The descendant of the +men who are looking at us from these walls need not think he can break +loose from what has been handed down as an inviolable inheritance from +generation to generation. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking thoughtfully in front of her). John Rosmer's nature is +deeply rooted in his ancestors. That is certainly very true. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, and you ought to have taken that into consideration, if you +had had any sympathy for him. But I dare say you were incapable of that +sort of consideration. Your starting-point is so very widely-removed +from his, you see. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What do you mean by my starting-point? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I mean the starting-point of origin—of parentage, Miss West. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I see. Yes, it is quite true that my origin is very humble. +But nevertheless— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I am not alluding to rank or position. I am thinking of the +moral aspect of your origin. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Of my origin? In what respect? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. In respect of your birth generally. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What are you saying! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I am only saying it because it explains the whole of your +conduct. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I do not understand. Be so good as to tell me exactly what you +mean. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I really thought you did not need telling. Otherwise it would +seem a very strange thing that you let yourself be adopted by Dr. West. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (getting up). Oh, that is it! Now I understand. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And took his name. Your mother's name was Gamvik. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (crossing the room). My father's name was Gamvik, Mr. Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Your mother's occupation must, of course, have brought her +continually into contact with the district physician. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You are quite right. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And then he takes you to live with him, immediately upon your +mother's death. He treats you harshly, and yet you stay with him. You +know that he will not leave you a single penny—as a matter of fact you +only got a box of books—and yet you endure living with him, put up +with his behaviour, and nurse him to the end. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (comes to the table and looks at him scornfully). And my doing +all that makes it clear to you that there was something +immoral—something criminal about my birth! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. What you did for him, I attributed to an unconscious filial +instinct. And, as far as the rest of it goes, I consider that the whole +of your conduct has been the outcome of your origin. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (hotly). But there is not a single word of truth in what you +say! And I can prove it! Dr. West had not come to Finmark when I was +born. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Excuse me, Miss West. He went there a year before you were born. +I have ascertained that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You are mistaken, I tell you! You are absolutely mistaken! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You said here, the day before yesterday, that you were +twenty-nine—going on for thirty. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Really? Did I say that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, you did. And from that I can calculate— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Stop! That will not help you to calculate. For, I may as well +tell you at once, I am a year older than I give myself out to be. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (smiling incredulously). Really? That is something new. How is +that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. When I had passed my twenty-fifth birthday, I thought I was +getting altogether too old for an unmarried girl, so I resolved to tell +a lie and take a year off my age. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You—an emancipated woman—cherishing prejudices as to the +marriageable age! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I know it was a silly thing to do—and ridiculous, too. But +every one has some prejudice or another that they cannot get quite rid +of. We are like that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Maybe. But my calculation may be quite correct, all the same; +because Dr. West was up in Finmark for a flying visit the year before +he was appointed. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (impetuously). That is not true +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Isn't it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No. My mother never mentioned it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Didn't she, really! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, never. Nor Dr. West, either. Never a word of it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Might that not be because they both had good reason to jump over +a year?—@just as you have done yourself, Miss West? Perhaps it is a +family failing. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (walking about, wringing her hands). It is impossible. It is +only something you want to make me believe. Nothing in the world will +make me believe it. It cannot be true! Nothing in the world— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (getting up). But, my dear Miss West, why in Heaven's name do you +take it in this way? You quite alarm me! What am I to believe and think? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Nothing. Neither believe nor think anything. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Then you really must give me some explanation of your taking +this matter—this possibility—so much to heart. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (controlling herself). It is quite obvious, I should think, Mr. +Kroll. I have no desire for people here to think me an illegitimate +child. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Quite so. Well, well, let us be content with your explanation, +for the present. But you see that is another point on which you have +cherished a certain prejudice. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, that is quite true. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And it seems to me that very much the same applies to most of +this "emancipation" of yours, as you call it. Your reading has +introduced you to a hotch-potch of new ideas and opinions; you have +made a certain acquaintance with researches that are going on in +various directions—researches that seem to you to upset a good many +ideas that people have hitherto considered incontrovertible and +unassailable. But all this has never gone any further than knowledge in +your case, Miss West—a mere matter of the intellect. It has not got +into your blood. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (thoughtfully). Perhaps you are right. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, only test yourself, and you will see! And if it is true in +your case, it is easy to recognise how true it must be in John +Rosmer's. Of course it is madness, pure and simple. He will be running +headlong to his ruin if he persists in coming openly forward and +proclaiming himself an apostate! Just think of it—he, with his shy +disposition! Think of HIM disowned—hounded out of the circle to which +he has always belonged—exposed to the uncompromising attacks of all +the best people in the place. Nothing would ever make him the man to +endure that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. He MUST endure it! It is too late now for him to draw back. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Not a bit too late—not by any means too late. What has happened +can be hushed up—or at any rate can be explained away as a purely +temporary, though regrettable, aberration. But—there is one step that +it is absolutely essential he should take. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. And that is? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You must get him to legalise his position, Miss West. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. The position in which he stands to me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes. You must see that you get him to do that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Then you can't rid yourself of the conviction that the +relations between us need "legalising," as you say? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I do not wish to go any more precisely into the question. But I +certainly have observed that the conditions under which it always seems +easiest for people to abandon all their so-called prejudices are +when—ahem! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. When it is a question of the relations between a man and a +woman, I suppose you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes—to speak candidly—that is what I mean. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (walks across the room and looks out of the window). I was on +the point of saying that I wish you had been right, Mr. Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. What do you mean by that? You say it so strangely! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, nothing! Do not let us talk any more about it. Ah, there +he is! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Already! I will go, then. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (turning to him). No—stay here, and you will hear something. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Not now. I do not think I could bear to see him. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I beg you to stay. Please do, or you will regret it later. It +is the last time I shall ever ask you to do anything. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (looks at her in surprise, and lays his hat down). Very well, +Miss West. It shall be as you wish. (A short pause. Then ROSMER comes +in from the hall.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (stops at the door, as he sees KROLL). What! you here? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. He wanted to avoid meeting you, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (involuntarily). "John?" +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, Mr. Kroll. John and I call each other by our Christian +names. That is a natural consequence of the relations between us. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Was that what I was to hear if I stayed? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, that and something else. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (coming into the room). What is the object of your visit here +to-day? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I wanted to make one more effort to stop you, and win you back. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (pointing to the newspaper). After that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. I did not write it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Did you take any steps to prevent its appearing? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. That would have been acting unjustifiably towards the cause I +serve. And, besides that, I had no power to prevent it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (tears the newspaper into pieces, which she crumples up and +throws into the back of the stove). There! Now it is out of sight; let +it be out of mind too. Because there will be no more of that sort of +thing, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Indeed, I wish you could ensure that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Come, and let us sit down, dear—all three of us. Then I will +tell you all about it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (sitting down involuntarily). What has come over you, Rebecca? +You are so unnaturally calm—What is it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. The calmness of determination. (Sits down.) Please sit down +too, Mr. Kroll. (He takes a seat on the couch.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Determination, you say. Determination to do what? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I want to give you back what you need in order to live your +life. You shall have your happy innocence back, dear friend. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But what do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I will just tell you what happened. That is all that is +necessary. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. When I came down here from Finmark with Dr. West, it seemed to +me that a new, great, wide world was opened to me. Dr. West had given +me an erratic sort of education—had taught me all the odds and ends +that I knew about life then. (Has an evident struggle with herself, and +speaks in barely audible tones.) And then— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. And then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But, Rebecca—I know all this. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (collecting herself). Yes—that is true enough. You know it +only too well. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (looking fixedly at her). Perhaps it would be better if I left +you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, stay where you are, dear Mr. Kroll. (To ROSMER.) Well, +this was how it was. I wanted to play my part in the new day that was +dawning—to have a share in all the new ideas. Mr. Kroll told me one +day that Ulrik Brendel had had a great influence over you once, when +you were a boy. I thought it might be possible for me to resume that +influence here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Did you come here with a covert design? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What I wanted was that we two should go forward together on +the road towards freedom—always forward, and further forward! But +there was that gloomy, insurmountable barrier between you and a full, +complete emancipation. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What barrier do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I mean, John, that you could never have attained freedom +except in the full glory of the sunshine. And, instead of that, here +you were—ailing and languishing in the gloom of such a marriage as +yours. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You have never spoken to me of my marriage in that way, before +to-day. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, I did not dare, for fear of frightening you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (nodding to ROSMER). You hear that! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (resuming). But I saw quite well where your salvation lay—your +only salvation. And so I acted. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. How do you mean—you acted? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Do you mean that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, John. (Gets up.) No, do not get up. Nor you either, Mr. +Kroll. But we must let in the daylight now. It was not you, John. You +are innocent. It was I that lured—that ended by luring—Beata into the +tortuous path— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (springing up). Rebecca! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (getting up). Into the tortuous path! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Into the path that—led to the mill-race. Now you know it, +both of you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (as if stunned). But I do not understand—What is she standing +there saying? I do not understand a word— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Yes, yes. I begin to understand. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But what did you do? What did you find to tell her? Because +there was nothing—absolutely nothing! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. She got to know that you were determined to emancipate +yourself from all your old prejudices. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, but at that time I had come to no decision. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I knew that you soon would come to one. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (nodding to ROSMER). Aha! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well—and what more? I want to know everything now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Some time afterwards, I begged and implored her to let me +leave Rosmersholm. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Why did you want to leave here—then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +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. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. That is what you said and did, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. That is what you referred to when you said that you "acted"? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (in a broken voice). Yes, that was it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (after a pause). Have you confessed everything now, Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Not everything. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking at him in terror). What else can there be? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Did you not eventually lead Beata to believe that it was +necessary—not merely that it should be best—but that it was +necessary, both for your own sake and for John's, that you should go +away somewhere else as soon as possible?—Well? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (speaking low and indistinctly). Perhaps I did say something of +the sort. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (sinking into a chair by the window). And she, poor sick +creature, believed in this tissue of lies and deceit! Believed in it so +completely—so absolutely! (Looks up at REBECCA.) And she never came to +me about it—never said a word! Ah, Rebecca—I see it in your face—YOU +dissuaded her from doing so. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You know she had taken it into her head that she, a childless +wife, had no right to be here. And so she persuaded herself that her +duty to you was to give place to another. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And you—you did nothing to rid her mind of such an idea? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Perhaps you encouraged her in the idea? Answer! Did you not do +so? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That was how she understood me, I believe. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, yes—and she bowed to your will in everything. And so she +gave place. (Springs up.) How could you—how could you go on with this +terrible tragedy! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I thought there were two lives here to choose between, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (severely and with authority). You had no right to make any such +choice. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (impetuously). Surely you do not think I acted with cold and +calculating composure! I am a different woman now, when I am telling +you this, from what I was then. And I believe two different kinds of +will can exist at the same time in one person. I wanted Beata away—in +one way or the other; but I never thought it would happen, all the +same. At every step I ventured and risked, I seemed to hear a voice in +me crying: "No further! Not a step further!" And yet, at the same time, +I COULD not stop. I HAD to venture a little bit further—just one step. +And then another—and always another—and at last it happened. That is +how such things go of themselves. (A short silence.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (to REBECCA). And how do you think it will go with YOU in the +future?—after this? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Things must go with me as they can. It is of very little +consequence. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. Not a word suggestive of remorse! Perhaps you feel none? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (dismissing his remark coldly). Excuse me, Mr. Kroll, that is a +matter that is no concern of any one else's. That is an account I must +settle with myself. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (to ROSMER). And this is the woman you have been living under the +same roof with—in relations of the completest confidence. (Looks up at +the portraits on the walls.) If only those that are gone could look +down now! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Are you going into the town? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll (taking up his hat). Yes. The sooner the better. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (taking his hat also). Then I will go with you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Kroll. You will! Ah, I thought we had not quite lost you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Come, then, Kroll. Come! (They both go out into the hall +without looking at REBECCA. After a minute REBECCA goes cautiously to +the window and peeps out between the flowers.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (speaking to herself, half aloud). Not over the bridge to-day +either. He is going round. Never over the millrace—never. (Comes away +from the window.) As I thought! (She goes over to the bell, and rings +it. Soon afterwards MRS. HELSETH comes in from the right.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. What is it, miss? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Mrs. Helseth, will you be so good as to fetch my travelling +trunk down from the loft? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Your trunk? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, the brown hair-trunk, you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Certainly, miss. But, bless my soul, are you going away +on a journey, miss? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes—I am going away on a journey, Mrs. Helseth. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. And immediately! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. As soon as I have packed. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. I never heard of such a thing! But you are coming back +again soon, I suppose, miss? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I am never coming back again. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Never! But, my goodness, what is to become of us at +Rosmersholm if Miss West is not here any longer? Just as everything was +making poor Mr. Rosmer so happy and comfortable! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, but to-day I have had a fright, Mrs. Helseth. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. A fright! Good heavens-how? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I fancy I have had a glimpse of the White Horse. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Of the White Horse! In broad daylight! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Ah! they are out both early and late, the White Horses of +Rosmersholm. (Crosses the room.) Well—we were speaking of my trunk, +Mrs. Helseth. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, miss. Your trunk. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +(They both go out to the right.) +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap04"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ACT IV +</H3> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +(SCENE.—The same room in the late evening. The lamp, with a shade on +it, is burning on the table. REBECCA is standing by the table, packing +some small articles in a travelling-bag. Her cloak, hat, and the white +crochetted shawl are hanging on the back of the couch. MRS. HELSETH +comes in from the right.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth (speaking in low tones and with a reserved manner). Yes, +all your things have been taken down, miss. They are in the kitchen +passage. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Thank you. You have ordered the carriage? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, miss. The coachman wants to know what time he shall +bring it round. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I think at about eleven o'clock. The boat goes at midnight. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth (with a little hesitation). But what about Mr. Rosmer? +Suppose he is not back by that time? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I shall start, all the same. If I should not see him, you can +tell him I will write to him—a long letter, say that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, I dare say it will be all right to write. But, poor +dear, I really think that you ought to try and have a talk with him +once more. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Perhaps I ought—Or perhaps not, after all. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Dear, dear! I never thought I should, live to see such a +thing as this! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What did you think, then, Mrs. Helseth? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. To tell the truth, miss, I thought Mr. Rosmer was an +honester man than that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Honester? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Yes, miss, that is the truth. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But, my dear Mrs. Helseth, what do you mean by that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. I mean what is true and right, miss. He should not get +out of it in this way—that he shouldn't. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking at her). Now look here, Mrs. Helseth. Tell me, +honestly and frankly, why you think I am going away. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Good Lord, miss—because it is necessary, I suppose. +Well, well!—Still, I certainly do not think Mr. Rosmer has behaved +well. There was some excuse in Mortensgaard's case, because the woman's +husband was still alive; so that it was impossible for them to marry, +however much they wished it. But Mr. Rosmer, he could—ahem! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (with a faint smile). Is it possible that you could think such +things about me and Mr. Rosmer? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Not for a moment—until to-day, I mean. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But why to-day? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Well, after all the horrible things they tell me one may +see in the papers about Mr. Rosmer— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Ah! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. What I mean is this—if a man can go over to +Mortensgaard's religion, you may believe him capable of anything. And +that's the truth. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, very likely. But about me? What have you got to say about +me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Well, I am sure, miss—I do not think you are so greatly +to be blamed. It is not always so easy for a lone woman to resist, I +dare say. We are all human after all, Miss West. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. That is very true, Mrs. Helseth. We are all human, after +all.—What are you listening to? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth (in a low voice). Good Lord!—I believe that is him coming +now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (with a start). In spite of everything, then—! (Speaks with +determination.) Very well. So be it. (ROSMER comes in from the hall. He +sees the luggage, and turns to REBECCA.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What does this mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I am going away. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. At once? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. (To MRS. HELSETH.) Eleven o'clock, then. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. Very well, miss. (Goes out to the right.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (after a short pause). Where are you going, Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I am taking the boat for the north. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. North? What are you going there for? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It is where I came from. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But you have no more ties there now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I have none here, either. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What do you propose to do? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I do not know. I only want to make an end of it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Make an end of what? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Rosmersholm has broken me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (more attentively). What is that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Broken me utterly. I had a will of my own, and some courage, +when I came here. Now I am crushed under the law of strangers. I do not +think I shall have the courage to begin anything else in the world +after this. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Why not? What do you mean by being crushed under a law—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Dear friend, do not let us talk about that now—Tell me what +passed between you and Mr. Kroll. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. We have made our peace. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Quite so. So it came to that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. He got together all our old circle of friends at his house. +They convinced me that the work of ennobling men's souls was not in my +line at all. Besides, it is such a hopeless task, any way. I shall let +it alone. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Well, perhaps it is better so. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Do you say THAT now? Is that what your opinion is now? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I have come to that opinion—in the last day or two. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You are lying, Rebecca. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Lying—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, lying. You have never believed in me. You have never +believed me to be the man to lead the cause to victory. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I have believed that we two together would be equal to it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. That is not true. You have believed that you could accomplish +something big in life yourself—that you could use me to further your +plans—that I might be useful to you in the pursuit of your object. +That is what you have believed. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Listen to me, John +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (sitting down wearily on the couch). Oh, let me be! I see the +whole thing clearly now. I have been like a glove in your hands. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Listen to me, John. Let us talk this thing over. It will be +for the last time. (Sits down in a chair by the couch.) I had intended +to write to you about it all—when I had gone back north. But it is +much better that you should hear it at once. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Have you something more to tell, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. The most important part of it all. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Something that you have never suspected. Something that puts +all the rest in its true light. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (shaking his head). I do not understand, at all. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It is quite true that at one time I did play my cards so as to +secure admission to Rosmersholm. My idea was that I should succeed in +doing well for myself here—either in one way or in another, you +understand. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Well, you succeeded in carrying your scheme through, too. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I believe I could have carried anything through—at that time. +For then I still had the courage of a free will. I had no one else to +consider, nothing to turn me from my path. But then began what has +broken down my will and filled the whole of my life with dread and +wretchedness. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What—began? Speak so that I can understand you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. There came over me—a wild, uncontrollable passion—Oh, John—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Passion? You—! For what? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. For you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (getting up). What does this mean! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (preventing him). Sit still, dear. I will tell you more about +it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And you mean to say—that you have loved me—in that way! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I thought I might call it loving you—then. I thought it was +love. But it was not. It was what I have said—a wild, uncontrollable +passion. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (speaking with difficulty). Rebecca—is it really you—you—who +are sitting here telling me this? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, indeed it is, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Then it was as the outcome of this—and under the influence of +this—that you "acted," as you called it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It swept over me like a storm over the sea—like one of the +storms we have in winter in the north. They catch you up and rush you +along with them, you know, until their fury is expended. There is no +withstanding them. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. So it swept poor unhappy Beata into the mill-race. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes—it was like a fight for life between Beata and me at that +time. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You proved the strongest of us all at Rosmersholm—stronger +than both Beata and me put together. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I knew you well enough to know that I could not get at you in +any way until you were set free—both in actual circumstances and in +your soul. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But I do not understand you, Rebecca. You—you yourself and +your whole conduct—are an insoluble riddle to me. I am free now—both +in my soul and my circumstances. You are absolutely in touch with the +goal you set before yourself from the beginning. And nevertheless— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I have never stood farther from my goal than I do now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And nevertheless, I say, when yesterday I asked you—urged +you—to become my wife, you cried out that it never could be. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I cried out in despair, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Why? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Because Rosmersholm has unnerved me. All the courage has been +sapped out of my will here—crushed out! The time has gone for me to +dare risk anything whatever. I have lost all power of action, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Tell me how that has come about. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It has come about through my living with you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But how? How? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. When I was alone with you here—and you had really found +yourself— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, yes? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. For you never really found yourself as long as Beata was +Alive— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Alas, you are right in that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. When it came about that I was living together with you here, +in peace and solitude—when you exchanged all your thoughts with me +unreservedly—your every mood, however tender or intimate—then the +great change happened in me. Little by little, you understand. Almost +imperceptibly—but overwhelmingly in the end, till it reached the +uttermost depths of my soul. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What does this mean, Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. All the other feeling—all that horrible passion that had +drowned my better self—left me entirely. All the violent emotions that +had been roused in me were quelled and silenced. A peace stole over my +soul—a quiet like that of one of our mountain peaks up under the +midnight sun. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Tell me more of it—all that you can. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. There is not much more to tell. Only that this was how love +grew up in my heart—a great, self-denying love—content with such a +union of hearts as there has been between us two. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, if only I had had the slightest suspicion of all this! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It is best as it is. Yesterday, when you asked me if I would +be your wife, I gave a cry of joy— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, it was that, Rebecca, was it not! I thought that was what +it meant. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. For a moment, yes-I forgot myself for a moment. It was my +dauntless will of the old days that was struggling to be free again. +But now it has no more strength—it has lost it for ever. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. How do you explain what has taken place in you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It is the Rosmer attitude towards life-or your attitude +towards life, at any rate—that has infected my will. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Infected? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, and made it sickly—bound it captive under laws that +formerly had no meaning for me. You—my life together with you—have +ennobled my soul— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah, if I dared believe that to be true! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. You may believe it confidently. The Rosmer attitude towards +life ennobles. But-(shakes her head)-but-but— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But? Well? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But it kills joy, you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Do you say that, Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. For me, at all events. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, but are you so sure of that? If I asked you again now—? +Implored you—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, my dear—never go back to that again! It is impossible. +Yes, impossible—because I must tell you this, John. I have a—past +behind me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Something more than you have told me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, something more and something different. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (with a faint smile). It is very strange, Rebecca, but—do you +know—the idea of such a thing has occurred to me more than once. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It has? And yet—notwithstanding that, you—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I never believed in it. I only played with the idea-nothing +more. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. If you wish, I will tell you all about it at once. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (stopping her). No, no! I do not want to hear a word about it. +Whatever it is, it shall be forgotten, as far as I am concerned. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But I cannot forget it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, Rebecca—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, dear—that is just the dreadful part of it-that now, when +all the happiness of life is freely and fully offered to me, all I can +feel is that I am barred out from it by my past. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Your past is dead, Rebecca. It has no longer any hold on +you—has nothing to do with you—as you are now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Ah, my dear, those are mere words, you know. What about +innocence, then? Where am I to get that from? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (gloomily). Ah, yes—innocence. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, innocence—which is at the root of all joy and happiness. +That was the teaching, you know, that you wanted to see realised by all +the men you were going to raise up to nobility and happiness. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah, do not remind me of that. It was nothing but a half-dreamt +dream, Rebecca—a rash suggestion that I have no longer any faith in. +Human nature cannot be ennobled by outside influences, believe me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (gently). Not by a tranquil love, do you think? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (thoughtfully). Yes, that would be a splendid thing—almost the +most glorious thing in life, I think if it were so. (Moves restlessly.) +But how am I ever to clear up the question?—how am I to get to the +bottom of it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do you not believe in me, John? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah, Rebecca, how can I believe you entirely—you whose life +here has been nothing but continual concealment and secrecy!—And now +you have this new tale to tell. If it is cloaking some design of yours, +tell me so—openly. Perhaps there is something or other that you hope +to gain by that means? I will gladly do anything that I can for you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (wringing her hands). Oh, this killing doubt! John, John—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, I know, dear—it is horrible—but I cannot help it. I +shall never be able to free myself from it—never be able to feel +certain that your love for me is genuine and pure. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But is there nothing in your own heart that bears witness to +the transformation that has taken place in me—and taken place through +your influence, and yours alone! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah, my dear, I do not believe any longer in my power to +transform people. I have no belief in myself left at all. I do not +believe either in myself or in you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looking darkly at him). How are you going to live out your +life, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. That is just what I do not know—and cannot imagine. I do not +believe I can live it out. And, moreover, I do not know anything in the +world that would be worth living for. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Life carries a perpetual rebirth with it. Let us hold fast to +it, dear. We shall be finished with it quite soon enough. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (getting up restlessly). Then give me my faith back again!—my +faith in you, Rebecca—my faith in your love! Give me a proof of it! I +must have some proof! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Proof? How can I give you a proof—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You must! (Crosses the room.) I cannot bear this desolate, +horrible loneliness—this-this—. (A knock is heard at the hall door.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (getting up from her chair). Did you hear that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="stage"> +(The door opens, and ULRIK BRENDEL comes in. Except that he wears a +white shirt, a black coat and, a good pair of high boots, he is dressed +as in the first act. He looks troubled.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah, it is you, Mr. Brendel! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. John, my boy, I have come to say good-bye to you! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Where are you going, so late as this? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Downhill. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. How—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. I am on my way home, my beloved pupil. I am homesick for the +great Nothingness. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Something has happened to you, Mr. Brendel! What is it? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Ah, you notice the transformation, then? Well, it is evident +enough. The last time I entered your doors I stood before you a man of +substance, slapping a well-filled pocket. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Really? I don't quite understand— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. And now, as you see me to-night, I am a deposed monarch +standing over the ashes of my burnt-out palace. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. If there is any way I can help you +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. You have preserved your childlike heart, John—can you let me +have a loan? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, most willingly! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Can you spare me an ideal or two? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What do you say? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. One or two cast-off ideals? You will be doing a good deed. I +am cleaned out, my dear boy, absolutely and entirely. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Did you not succeed in giving your lecture? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. No, fair lady. What do you think?—just as I was standing +ready to pour out the contents of my horn in plenty, I made the painful +discovery that I was bankrupt. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But what of all your unwritten works, then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. For five and twenty years I have been like a miser sitting on +his locked money-chest. And then to-day, when I opened it to take out +my treasure—there was nothing there! The mills of time had ground it +into dust. There was not a blessed thing left of the whole lot. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But are you certain of that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. There is no room for doubt, my dear boy. The President has +convinced me of that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. The President? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Oh, well—His Excellency, then. Ganz nach Belieben. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But whom do you mean? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Peter Mortensgaard, of course. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. What! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel (mysteriously). Hush, hush, hush! Peter Mortensgaard is Lord +and Chieftain of the Future. I have never stood in a more august +presence. Peter Mortensgaard has the power of omnipotence in him. He +can do whatever he wants. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Oh, come—don't you believe that! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. It is true, my boy—because Peter Mortensgaard never wants to +do more than he can. Peter Mortensgaard is capable of living his life +without ideals. And that, believe me, is precisely the great secret of +success in life. It sums up all the wisdom of the world. Basta! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (in a low voice). Now I see that you are going away from here +poorer than you came. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Bien! Then take an example from your old tutor. Erase from +your mind everything that he imprinted there. Do not build your castle +upon the shifting sand. And look well ahead, and be sure of your +ground, before you build upon the charming creature who is sweetening +your life here. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do you mean me? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. Yes, most attractive mermaid! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Why am I not fit to build upon? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel (taking a step nearer to her). I understood that my former +pupil had a cause which it was his life's work to lead to victory. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. And if he has—? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. He is certain of victory—but, be it distinctly understood, on +one unalterable condition. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What is that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel (taking her gently by the wrist). That the woman who loves him +shall gladly go out into the kitchen and chop off her dainty, pink and +white little finger—here, just at the middle joint. Furthermore, that +the aforesaid loving woman shall—also gladly—clip off her +incomparably moulded left ear. (Lets her go, and turns to ROSMER.) +Good-bye, John the Victorious! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Must you go now—in this dark night? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Brendel. The dark night is best. Peace be with you! (He goes out. +Silence in the room for a short time.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (breathing heavily). How close and sultry it is in here! (Goes +to the window, opens it and stands by it.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (sitting down on a chair by the stove). There is nothing else +for it after all, Rebecca—I can see that. You must go away. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, I do not see that I have any choice. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Let us make use of our last hour together. Come over here and +sit beside me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (goes and sits down on the couch). What do you want, John? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. In the first place I want to tell you that you need have no +anxiety about your future. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (with a smile). Hm! My future! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I have foreseen all contingencies—long ago. Whatever may +happen, you are provided for. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Have you even done that for me, dear? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. You might have known that I should. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. It is many a long day since I thought about anything of the +kind. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, of course. Naturally, you thought things could never be +otherwise between us than as they were. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, that was what I thought. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. So did I. But if anything were to happen to me now— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Oh, John, you will live longer than I shall. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I can dispose of my miserable existence as I please, you know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. What do you mean? You surely are never thinking of—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Do you think it would be so surprising? After the pitiful, +lamentable defeat I have suffered? I, who was to have made it my life's +work to lead my cause to victory—! And here I am, a deserter before +the fight has even really begun! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Take up the fight again, John! Only try—and you will see that +you will conquer. You will ennoble hundreds—thousands—of souls. Only +try! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I, Rebecca, who no longer believe even in my having a mission +in life? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But your mission has stood the test. You have at all events +ennobled one of your fellow-creatures for the rest of her life—I mean +myself. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes—if I dared believe you about that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (wringing her hands). But, John, do you know of +nothing—nothing—that would make you believe that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (starts, as if with fear). Don't venture on that subject! No +further, Rebecca! Not a single word more! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Indeed, that is just the subject we must venture upon. Do you +know of anything that would stifle your doubts? For I know of nothing +in the world. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It is best for you not to know. Best for us both. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. No, no, no—I have no patience with that sort of thing! If you +know of anything that would acquit me in your eyes, I claim it as my +right that you should name it. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (as if impelled against his will). Well, let us see. You say +that you have great love in your heart; that your soul has been +ennobled through me. Is that so? Have you counted the cost? Shall we +try and balance our accounts? Tell me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I am quite ready. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Then when shall it be? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Whenever you like. The sooner the better. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Then let me see, Rebecca, whether you—for my sake-this very +night—. (Breaks off.) Oh, no, no! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, John! Yes, yes! Say it, and you shall see. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Have you the courage—are you willing—gladly, as Ulrik Brendel +said—for my sake, to-night—gladly—to go the same way—that Beata +went! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (gets up slowly from the couch, and says almost inaudibly): +John—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Yes, dear—that is the question I shall never be able to rid my +thoughts of, when you have gone away. Every hour of the day I shall +come back to it. Ah, I seem to see you bodily before me—standing out +on the foot-bridge-right out in the middle. Now you lean out over the +railing! You grow dizzy as you feel drawn down towards the mill-race! +No—you recoil. You dare not do—what she dared. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But if I had the courage?—and willingly and gladly? What then? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Then I would believe in you. Then I should get back my faith in +my mission in life—my faith in my power to ennoble my fellow men—my +faith in mankind's power to be ennobled. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (takes up her shawl slowly, throws it over her head, and says, +controlling herself): You shall have your faith back. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Have you the courage and the strength of will for that, Rebecca? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Of that you must judge in the morning—or later—when they +take up my body. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (burying his head in his hands). There is a horrible temptation +in this—! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Because I should not like to be left lying there—any longer +than need be. You must take care that they find me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (springing up). But all this is madness, you know. Go away, or +stay! I will believe you on your bare word this time too. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Those are mere words, John. No more cowardice or evasion! How +can you believe me on my bare word after today? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. But I do not want to see your defeat, Rebecca. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. There will be no defeat. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. There will. You will never have the heart to go Beata's way. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Do you believe that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Never. You are not like Beata. You are not under the influence +of a distorted view of life. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But I am under the influence of the Rosmersholm view of +Life—now. Whatever my offences are—it is right that I should expiate +them. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer (looking at her fixedly). Have you come to that decision? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Very well. Then I too am under the influence of our unfettered +view of life, Rebecca. There is no one that can judge us. And therefore +we must be our own judges. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (misunderstanding his meaning). That too. That too. My leaving +you will save the best that is in you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Ah, there is nothing left to save in me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. There is. But I—after this I should only be like some +sea-sprite hanging on to the barque you are striving to sail forward +in, and, hampering its progress. I must go overboard. Do you think I +could go through the world bearing the burden of a spoiled +life—brooding for ever over the happiness which I have forfeited by my +past? I must throw up the game, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. If you go—then I go with you. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (looks at him with an almost imperceptible smile, and says more +gently): Yes, come with me, dear—and be witness— +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I go with you, I said. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. As far as the bridge—yes. You never dare go out on to it, you +know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Have you noticed that? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (in sad and broken tones). Yes. That was what made my love +hopeless. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Rebecca—now I lay my hand on your head. (Does as he says.) And +I take you for my true and lawful wife. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca (taking both his hands in hers, and bowing her head on to his +breast). Thank you, John. (Lets him go.) And now I am going—gladly. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. Man and wife should go together. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Only as far as the bridge, John. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. And out on to it, too. As far as you go—so far I go with you. +I dare do it now. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Are you absolutely certain that way is the best for you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. I know it is the only way. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. But suppose you are only deceiving yourself? Suppose it were +only a delusion—one of these White Horses of Rosmersholm? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. It may be so. We can never escape from them—we of my race. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Then stay, John! +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. The man shall cleave to his wife, as the wife to her husband. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes, but first tell me this—is it you that go with me, or I +that go with you? +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. We shall never get to the bottom of that. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yet I should dearly like to know. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. We two go with each other, Rebecca. I with you, and you with me. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. I almost believe that is true. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rosmer. For now we two are one. +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Rebecca. Yes. We are one now. Come! We can go gladly now. (They go out, +hand in hand, through the hall, and are seen to turn to the left. The +door stands open after them. The room is empty for a little while. Then +MRS. HELSETH opens the door on the right.) +</P> + +<P CLASS="dialog"> +Mrs. Helseth. The carriage, miss, is—. (Looks round the room.) Not +here? Out together at this time of night? Well, well—I must say—! Hm! +(Goes out into the hall, looks round and comes in again.) Not sitting +on the bench—ah, well! (Goes to the window and looks out.) Good +heavens! What is that white thing—! As I am a living soul, they are +both out on the foot-bridge! God forgive the sinful creatures—if they +are not in each other's arms! (Gives a wild scream.) Ah!—they are +over—both of them! Over into the mill-race! Help! help! (Her knees +tremble, she holds on shakily to the back of a chair and can scarcely +get her words out.) No. No help here. 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