[Turns the lamp down, shaking her head and muttering to herself.] Lord—Lord! That Miss West! The things she does say!
ACT SECOND.
Johannes Rosmer’s study. Entrance door on the left. At the back, a doorway with a curtain drawn aside, leading into Rosmer’s bedroom. On the right a window, and in front of it a writing-table covered with books and papers. Bookshelves and cases round the room. The furniture is simple. On the left, an old-fashioned sofa, with a table in front of it.
Johannes Rosmer, in an indoor jacket, is sitting in a high-backed chair at the writing-table. He is cutting and turning over the leaves of a pamphlet, and reading a little here and there.
There is a knock at the door on the left.
Rosmer.
[Without moving.] Come in.
Rebecca West.
[Enters, dressed in a morning gown.] Good morning.
Rosmer.