Rebecca (breathing heavily). How close and sultry it is in here! (Goes to the window, opens it and stands by it.)
Rosmer (sitting down on a chair by the stove). There is nothing else for it after all, Rebecca—I can see that. You must go away.
Rebecca. Yes, I do not see that I have any choice.
Rosmer. Let us make use of our last hour together. Come over here and sit beside me.
Rebecca (goes and sits down on the couch). What do you want, John?
Rosmer. In the first place I want to tell you that you need have no anxiety about your future.
Rebecca (with a smile). Hm! My future!
Rosmer. I have foreseen all contingencies—long ago. Whatever may happen, you are provided for.
Rebecca. Have you even done that for me, dear?
Rosmer. You might have known that I should.