Rosmer.
[Scarcely able to get the words out.] It's no use, Rebecca—we must put it off till another evening. We can't be expected to jump off a footbridge which already has a White Horse on it. And if it comes to that, why should we jump at all? I know now that I really have ennobled you, which was all I wanted. What would be the good of recovering faith in my mission at the bottom of a mill-pond? No, Rebecca—[Lays his hand on her head]—there is no judge over us, and therefore——
Rebecca.
[Interrupting gravely.] We will bind ourselves over in our own recognisances to come up for judgment when called upon.
[Madam Helseth holds on to a chair-back. Rebecca finishes the antimacassar calmly as Curtain falls.