(SCENE. ROSMER'S study. The door into it is in the left-hand
wall. At the back of the room is a doorway with a curtain drawn
back from it, leading to his bedroom. On the right, a window, in
front of which is a writing-table strewn with books and papers.
Bookshelves and cupboards on the walls. Homely furniture. On the
left, an old-fashioned sofa with a table in front of it. ROSMER,
wearing a smoking-jacket, is sitting at the writing-table on a
high-backed chair. He is cutting and turning over the leaves of a
magazine, and dipping into it here and there. A knock is heard at
the door on the left.)

Rosmer (without turning round). Come in.

(REBECCA comes in, wearing a morning wrapper.)

Rebecca. Good morning.

Rosmer (still turning over the leaves of his book). Good morning,
dear. Do you want anything?

Rebecca. Only to ask if you have slept well?

Rosmer. I went to sleep feeling so secure and happy. I did not
even dream. (Turns round.) And you?

Rebecca. Thanks, I got to sleep in the early morning.

Rosmer. I do not think I have felt so light-hearted for a long
time as I do to-day. I am so glad that I had the opportunity to
say what I did.