fought out alone and in utter silence, I don't think even Rebecca
Kroll. Rebecca?
Rosmer. Oh well—Miss West. I call her Rebecca for convenience' sake.
Kroll. So I have remarked.
Rosmer. So it is inconceivable to me how Beata could have got hold of the idea. And why did she not speak to me myself about it? She never did—-she never said a single word.
Kroll. Poor creature—she begged and implored me to talk to you.
Rosmer. And why did you not?
Kroll. At that time I never for a moment doubted that she was out of her mind. Such an accusation against a man like you!—And then she came again—about a month later. This time she seemed outwardly calmer; but as she was going she said: "They may soon expect the White Horse at Rosmersholm now."
Rosmer. Yes, yes. The White Horse—she often spoke of it.
