Rosmer. Do you understand what is in my Mind, then? Do you not know? Do you not see how I could best win my freedom from all these harrowing memories from the whole sad past?
Rebecca. Tell me!
Rosmer. By setting up, in opposition to them, a new and living reality.
Rebecca (feeling for the back of the chair). A living—? What do you mean?
Rosmer (coming closer to her). Rebecca—suppose I asked you now—will you be my second wife?
Rebecca (is speechless for a moment, then gives a cry of joy). Your wife! Yours—! I!
Rosmer. Yes—let us try what that will do. We two shall be one. There must no longer be any empty place left by the dead in this house.
Rebecca. I—in Beata's place—?
Rosmer. And then that chapter of my life will be closed—completely closed, never to be reopened.
Rebecca (in a low, trembling voice). Do you think so, John?