Rosmer (in an even voice, controlling himself). To such an
unheard-of--? The only fitting answer would be to point to the
door.

Kroll (getting up). Very good.

Rosmer (standing face to face with him). Listen to me. For
considerably more than a year to be precise, since Beata's death--
Rebecca West and I have lived here alone at Rosmersholm. All that
time you have known of the charge Beata made against us; but I
have never for one moment seen you appear the least scandalised
at our living together here.

Kroll. I never knew, till yesterday evening, that it was a case
of an apostate man and an "emancipated" woman living together.

Rosmer. Ah! So then you do not believe in any purity of life
among apostates or emancipated folk? You do not believe that they
may have the instinct of morality ingrained in their natures?

Kroll. I have no particular confidence in the kind of morality
that is not rooted in the Church's faith.

Rosmer. And you mean that to apply to Rebecca and myself?--to my
relations with Rebecca?

Kroll. I cannot make any departure, in favour of you two, from my
opinion that there is certainly no very wide gulf between free
thinking and--ahem!