ACT FIRST
Sitting-room at Rosmershölm, with a stove, flower-stand, windows, ancient and modern ancestors, doors, and everything handsome about it. Rebecca West is sitting knitting a large antimacassar which is nearly finished. Now and then she looks out of a window, and smiles and nods expectantly to someone outside. Madam Helseth is laying the table for supper.
Rebecca.
[Folding up her work slowly.] But tell me precisely, what about this white horse?
[Smiling quietly.
Madam Helseth.
Lord forgive you, Miss!—[fetching cruet-stand, and placing it on table]—but you're making fun of me!
Rebecca.
[Gravely.] No, indeed. Nobody makes fun at Rosmershölm. Mr. Rosmer would not understand it. [Shutting window.] Ah, here is Rector Kroll. [Opening door.] You will stay to supper, will you not, Rector, and I will tell them to give us some little extra dish.