Rosmer.
Assuredly! Tell me everything, without reserve.
Mortensgård.
The deceased lady begs and implores me to be magnanimous. She knows, she says, that it was her husband that had me dismissed from my post as teacher; and she conjures me by all that’s sacred not to avenge myself.
Rosmer.
How did she suppose you could avenge yourself?
Mortensgård.
The letter says that if I should hear rumours of sinful doings at Rosmersholm, I am not to believe them; they are only spread abroad by wicked people who wish to make you unhappy.
Rosmer.
Is all that in the letter?