is raging here. I dare say you have read, then, the abuse these
"nature's gentlemen" are pleased to shower upon me, and the
scandalous coarseness they consider they are entitled to make use
of?

Rebecca. Yes, but I think you have held your own pretty forcibly.

Kroll. That I have--though I say it. I have tasted blood now, and
I will make them realise that I am not the sort of man to take it
lying down--. (Checks himself.) No, no, do not let us get upon
that sad and distressing topic this evening.

Rebecca. No, my dear Mr. Kroll, certainly not.

Kroll. Tell me, instead, how you find you get on at Rosmersholm,
now that you are alone here--I mean, since our poor Beata--

Rebecca. Oh, thanks--I get on very well here. Her death has made a
great gap in the house in many ways, of course--and one misses her
and grieves for her, naturally. But in other respects--

Kroll. Do you think you will remain here?--permanently, I mean?

Rebecca. Dear Mr. Kroll, I really never think about it at all.
The fact is that I have become so thoroughly domesticated here
that I almost feel as if I belonged to the place too.

Kroll. You? I should think you did!

Rebecca. And as long as Mr. Rosmer finds I can be any comfort or