Rebecca. I have come to that opinion—in the last day or two.
Rosmer. You are lying, Rebecca.
Rebecca. Lying—?
Rosmer. Yes, lying. You have never believed in me. You have never believed me to be the man to lead the cause to victory.
Rebecca. I have believed that we two together would be equal to it.
Rosmer. That is not true. You have believed that you could accomplish something big in life yourself—that you could use me to further your plans—that I might be useful to you in the pursuit of your object. That is what you have believed.
Rebecca. Listen to me, John
Rosmer (sitting down wearily on the couch). Oh, let me be! I see the whole thing clearly now. I have been like a glove in your hands.
Rebecca. Listen to me, John. Let us talk this thing over. It will be for the last time. (Sits down in a chair by the couch.) I had intended to write to you about it all—when I had gone back north. But it is much better that you should hear it at once.
Rosmer. Have you something more to tell, then?