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 Rosmer.

Oh, Rebecca, how could you?

Rebecca.

I could not help it. He said it so hatefully—that about my morning gown

Rosmer.

Then you were there when Kroll?

Rebecca.

Yes. I wanted to know what was lurking in his mind.

Rosmer.

I would have told you.

Rebecca.

You would scarcely have told me all. And certainly not in his own words.

Rosmer.

Did you hear everything, then?

Rebecca.

Nearly everything, I think. I had to go downstairs for a moment when Mortensgård came.

Rosmer.

And then you came back again?

Rebecca.

Don't be vexed with me, dear friend!

Rosmer.

Do whatever you think right. You are mistress