Rosmer (after a pause). Have you confessed everything now, Rebecca?
Rebecca. Yes.
Kroll. Not everything.
Rebecca (looking at him in terror). What else can there be?
Kroll. Did you not eventually lead Beata to believe that it was necessary—not merely that it should be best—but that it was necessary, both for your own sake and for John's, that you should go away somewhere else as soon as possible?—Well?
Rebecca (speaking low and indistinctly). Perhaps I did say something of the sort.
Rosmer (sinking into a chair by the window). And she, poor sick creature, believed in this tissue of lies and deceit! Believed in it so completely—so absolutely! (Looks up at REBECCA.) And she never came to me about it—never said a word! Ah, Rebecca—I see it in your face—YOU dissuaded her from doing so.
Rebecca. You know she had taken it into her head that she, a childless wife, had no right to be here. And so she persuaded herself that her duty to you was to give place to another.
Rosmer. And you—you did nothing to rid her mind of such an idea?
Rebecca. No.