Excerpt: ... my poor unhappy wife was not fully accountable for her actions. Mortensgaard. I did make inquiries, Mr. Rosmer; but I must say I did not get exactly that impression. Rosmer. Not?-But why have you chosen this moment to enlighten me as to the existence of this old crazy letter? Mortensgaard. With the object of advising you to be extremely cautious, Mr. Rosmer. Rosmer. As to my way of life, do you mean? Mortensgaard. Yes. You must remember that for the future you will not be unassailable. Rosmer. So you persist in thinking that I have something to conceal here? Mortensgaard. I do not see any reason why a man of emancipated ideas should refrain from living his life as fully as possible. Only, as I have already said, you should be cautious in future. If rumours should get about of anything that offends people's prejudices, you may be quite certain that the whole cause of freedom of thought will suffer for it. Good-bye, Mr. Rosmer. Rosmer. Good-bye. Mortensgaard. I shall go straight to the printing-office now and have the great piece of news inserted in the "Searchlight". Rosmer. Put it all in. Mortensgaard. I will put in as much as there is any need for the public to know. (Bows, and goes out. ROSMER stands at the door, while MORTENSGAARD goes downstairs. The front door is heard shutting.) Rosmer (still standing in the doorway, calls softly). Rebecca! Reb-ahem! (Calls loudly.) Mrs. Helseth-is Miss West downstairs? Mrs. Helseth (from below). No, sir, she is not here. (The curtain at the end of the room is drawn back, disclosing REBECCA standing in the doorway.) Rebecca. John! Rosmer (turning round). What! Were you in there, in my bedroom! My dear, what were you doing there? Rebecca (going up to him). I have been listening. Rosmer. Rebecca! Could you do a thing like that? Rebecca. Indeed I could. It was so horrid the way he said that- about my morning wrapper. Rosmer. Ah, so you were in there too when Kroll-? Rebecca. Yes. I wanted to know what...