"Henrik Ibsen - Rosmersholm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ibsen Henrik)

aside. He is coming the other way round to-day too. (Comes away from the
window.) It is a long way round.
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, of course. One can well understand his shrinking from going
over that bridge. The spot where such a thing has happened is—
Rebecca (folding up her work). They cling to their dead a long time at
Rosmersholm.
Mrs. Helseth. If you ask me, miss, I should say it is the dead that cling to
Rosmersholm a long time.
Rebecca (looking at her). The dead?
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, one might almost say that they don't seem to be able to tear
themselves away from those they have left behind.
Rebecca. What puts that idea into your head?
Mrs. Helseth. Well, otherwise I know the White Horses would not be seen here.
Rebecca. Tell me, Mrs. Helseth—what is this superstition about the White Horses?

Mrs. Helseth. Oh, it is not worth talking about. I am sure you don't believe in
such things, either.
Rebecca. Do you believe in them?
Mrs. Helseth (goes to the window and shuts it). Oh, I am not going to give you a
chance of laughing at me, miss. (Looks out.) See—is that not Mr. Rosmer out on
the mill path again?
Rebecca (looking out). That man out there? (Goes to the window.) Why, that is
Mr. Kroll, of course!
Mrs. Helseth. So it is, to be sure.
Rebecca. That is delightful, because he is certain to be coming here.
Mrs. Helseth. He actually comes straight over the wooden bridge, he does for all
that she was his own sister. Well, I will go in and get the supper laid, miss.
(Goes out to the right. REBECCA stands still for a moment, then waves her hand
out of the window, nodding and smiling. Darkness is beginning to fall.)
Rebecca (going to the door on the right and calling through it). Mrs. Helseth, I
am sure you won't mind preparing something extra nice for supper? You know what
dishes Mr. Kroll is especially fond of.
Mrs. Helseth. Certainly, miss. I will.
Rebecca (opening the door into the lobby). At last, Mr. Kroll! I am so glad to
see you!
Kroll (coming into the lobby and putting down his stick) . Thank you. Are you
sure I am not disturbing you?
Rebecca. You? How can you say such a thing?
Kroll (coming into the room). You are always so kind. (Looks round the room.) Is
John up in his room?
Rebecca. No, he has gone out for a walk. He is later than usual of coming in,
but he is sure to be back directly. (Points to the sofa.) Do sit down and wait
for him.
Kroll (putting down his hat). Thank you. (Sits down and looks about him.) How
charmingly pretty you have made the old room look! Flowers everywhere!
Rebecca. Mr. Rosmer is so fond of having fresh flowers about him.
Kroll. And so are you, I should say.
Rebecca. Yes, I am. I think their scent has such a delicious effect on one—and
till lately we had to deny ourselves that pleasure, you know.
Kroll (nodding slowly). Poor Beata could not stand the scent of them.