Kroll. Do you mean that?
Rebecca. Yes, John. (Gets up.) No, do not get up. Nor you either, Mr. Kroll. But we must let in the daylight now. It was not you, John. You are innocent. It was I that lured—that ended by luring—Beata into the tortuous path—
Rosmer (springing up). Rebecca!
Kroll (getting up). Into the tortuous path!
Rebecca. Into the path that—led to the mill-race. Now you know it, both of you.
Rosmer (as if stunned). But I do not understand—What is she standing there saying? I do not understand a word—
Kroll. Yes, yes. I begin to understand.
Rosmer. But what did you do? What did you find to tell her? Because there was nothing—absolutely nothing!
Rebecca. She got to know that you were determined to emancipate yourself from all your old prejudices.
Rosmer. Yes, but at that time I had come to no decision.