my house. (Takes his stick and goes.)

ROSMER stands for a while at the open door; then shuts it and
comes back into the room.)

Rosmer. That does not matter, Rebecca. We shall be able to go
through with it, for all that--we two trusty friends--you and I.

Rebecca. What do you suppose he meant just now when he said he
was ashamed of himself?

Rosmer. My dear girl, don't bother your head about that. He
didn't even believe what he meant, himself. But I will go and see
him tomorrow. Goodnight!

Rebecca. Are you going up so early to-night--after this?

Rosmer. As early to-night as I usually do. I feel such a sense of
relief now that it is over. You see, my dear Rebecca, I am
perfectly calm--so you take it calmly, too. Good-night.

Rebecca. Good-night, dear friend--and sleep well! (ROSMER goes out
by the door to the lobby; then his footsteps are heard as he goes
upstairs. REBECCA goes to the wall and rings a bell, which is
answered by MRS. HELSETH.) You can clear the table again, Mrs.
Helseth. Mr. Rosmer does not want anything, and Mr. Kroll has
gone home.

Mrs. Helseth. Gone home? What was wrong with him, miss?