[In the doorway, nods slowly.] Now you know it.
[She goes out.
Rosmer.
[Stares, thunderstruck, at the door, and says to himself.] What—is—this?
ACT THIRD.
The sitting-room at Rosmersholm. The window and the entrance door are open. The sun is shining outside. Forenoon.
Rebecca West, dressed as in the first Act, stands at the window, watering and arranging the flowers. Her crochet-work lies in the arm-chair. Madam Helseth is moving about, dusting the furniture with a feather-brush.
Rebecca.
[After a short silence.] I can’t understand the Pastor remaining so long upstairs to-day.
Madam Helseth.