Rebecca.
[Surprised.] Because I am in my morning wrapper and curl-papers? You forget that I am emancipated, Rector Kroll.
[She leaves them and listens behind curtain in Rosmer's bedroom.
Rosmer.
Yes, Miss West and I have worked our way forward in faithful comradeship.
Kroll.
[Shakes his head at him slowly.] So I perceive. Miss West is naturally inclined to be forward. But, I say, really you know—— However, I came to tell you that poor Beata was not so mad as she looked, though flowers did bewilder her so. [Taking off his gloves meaningly.] She jumped into the mill-race because she had an idea that you ought to marry Miss West!
"Taking off his gloves meaningly."
Rosmer.