now I have tasted blood; and they shall soon find to their cost that I am not the man to turn the other cheek [Breaks off.] But come come—don't let us get upon that subject this evening—it's too painful and irritating.
Rebecca.
Oh no, don't let us talk of it.
Kroll.
Tell me now—how do you get on at Rosmersholm, now that you are alone. Since our poor Beata
Rebecca.
Thank you, I get on very well. Of course one feels a great blank in many ways—a great sorrow and longing. But otherwise
Kroll.
And do you think of remaining here?—permanently, I mean.
Rebecca.
My dear Rector, I really haven't thought about it, one way or the other. I have got so used to the place now, that I feel almost as if I belonged to it.
Kroll.
Why, of course you belong to it.
Rebecca.
And so long as Mr. Rosmer finds that I am of any use or comfort to him—why, so long, I suppose, I shall stay here.
Kroll.
[Looks at her with, emotion.] Do you know,—it is
