Mortensgård. You may read it for yourself, sir, when you please.
Rosmer. But I don't understand! What did she imagine the rumours to be about?
Mortensgård. Firstly, that the Pastor had deserted the faith of his fathers. Your wife denied that absolutely—then. And next—h'm
Rosmer. Next?
Mortensgård. Well, next she writes—rather confusedly—that she knows nothing of any sinful intrigue at Rosmersholm; that she has never been wronged in any way. And if any such rumours should get about, she implores me to say nothing of the matter in the "Beacon."
Rosmer. Is no name mentioned?
Mortensgård. None.
Rosmer. Who brought you the letter?
Mortensgård. I have promised not to say. It was handed to me one evening, at dusk.
Rosmer. If you had made inquiries at the time, you
