Never! Do not—do not ask me why—for I haven't a notion—but never! [Nods slowly to him and rises.] White Horses would not induce me! [With her hand on door-handle.] Now you know!
[She goes out.
Rosmer.
[Sits up, stares, thunderstruck, at the stove, and says to himself.] Well—I—am——
Quick Curtain.
ACT THREE
Sitting-room at Rosmershölm. Sun shining outside in the Garden. Inside Rebecca West is watering a geranium with a small watering-pot. Her crochet antimacassar lies in the arm-chair. Madame Helseth is rubbing the chairs with furniture-polish from a large bottle. Enter Rosmer, with his hat and stick in his hand. Madame Helseth corks the bottle and goes out to the right.
Rebecca.