Vexed? How can you think——?
Rebecca.
Well, it was perhaps rather indiscreet of me, but——
Rosmer.
Let me hear what it was.
Rebecca.
Yesterday evening, when Ulric Brendel was leaving—I gave him a note to Peter Mortensgård.
Rosmer.
[A little doubtful.] Why, my dear Rebecca——Well, what did you say?
Rebecca.