It is aimed at me, plainly enough.
Rosmer.
[Lays down the paper.] Rebecca,—this is the conduct of dishonourable men.
Rebecca.
Yes, they need scarcely be so contemptuous of Mortensgård.
Rosmer.
[Walks about the room.] Something must be done. All that is good in human nature will go to ruin, if this is allowed to go on. But it shall not go on! Oh, what a joy—what a joy it would be to me to let a little light into all this gloom and ugliness!
Rebecca.
[Rises.] Ah yes, Rosmer. In that you have a great and glorious object to live for.
Rosmer.