I must have betrayed myself in some way or other. She must have noticed how happy I began to feel from the day you came to us. (Rebecca: Yes; but dear, even if that were so--) You may be sure she did not fail to notice that we read the same books; that we sought one another's company, and discussed every new topic together. But I cannot understand it--because I was always so careful to spare her. When I look back, it seems to me that I did everything I could to keep her apart from our lives. Or did I not, Rebecca? (Rebecca: Yes, yes--undoubtedly you did.) And so did you, too. And notwithstanding that--! Oh, it is horrible to think of! To think that here she was--with her affection all distorted by illness--never saying a word--watching us--noticing everything and--and--misconstruing everything.

Rosmer Monologue from Rosmersholm

Rehearse Rosmer's monologue