Rebecca.
Yes, yes; certainly you did.
Rosmer.
And you too. And yet——! Oh, it’s terrible to think of! She must have gone about here—full of her morbid passion—saying never a word—watching us—noting everything—and misinterpreting everything.
Rebecca.
[Pressing her hands together.] Oh, I should never have come to Rosmersholm!
Rosmer.
To think of all she must have suffered in silence! All the foulness her sick brain must have conjured up around us! Did she never say anything to you to put you at all on the alert?
Rebecca.
[As if startled.] To me! Do you think I should have stayed a day longer if she had?