Rebecca. Of that you must judge in the morning—or later—when they take up my body.
Rosmer (burying his head in his hands). There is a horrible temptation in this—!
Rebecca. Because I should not like to be left lying there—any longer than need be. You must take care that they find me.
Rosmer (springing up). But all this is madness, you know. Go away, or stay! I will believe you on your bare word this time too.
Rebecca. Those are mere words, John. No more cowardice or evasion! How can you believe me on my bare word after today?
Rosmer. But I do not want to see your defeat, Rebecca.
Rebecca. There will be no defeat.
Rosmer. There will. You will never have the heart to go Beata's way.
Rebecca. Do you believe that?
Rosmer. Never. You are not like Beata. You are not under the influence of a distorted view of life.