Rebecca. But your mission has stood the test. You have at all events ennobled one of your fellow-creatures for the rest of her life—I mean myself.
Rosmer. Yes—if I dared believe you about that.
Rebecca (wringing her hands). But, John, do you know of nothing—nothing—that would make you believe that?
Rosmer (starts, as if with fear). Don't venture on that subject! No further, Rebecca! Not a single word more!
Rebecca. Indeed, that is just the subject we must venture upon. Do you know of anything that would stifle your doubts? For I know of nothing in the world.
Rosmer. It is best for you not to know. Best for us both.
Rebecca. No, no, no—I have no patience with that sort of thing! If you know of anything that would acquit me in your eyes, I claim it as my right that you should name it.
Rosmer (as if impelled against his will). Well, let us see. You say that you have great love in your heart; that your soul has been ennobled through me. Is that so? Have you counted the cost? Shall we try and balance our accounts? Tell me.
Rebecca. I am quite ready.
Rosmer. Then when shall it be?