Rosmer. For the future the world will hold only one question for me—why?
Rebecca (turns and looks at him). In that case everything is at an end.
Rosmer. Between you and me?
Rebecca. Yes.
Rosmer. Things can never be at an end between us two. You shall never leave Rosmersholm.
Rebecca (with her hand on the door-handle). No, I dare say I shall not. But, all the same, if you question me again, it will mean the end of everything.
Rosmer. The end of everything, all the same? How—?
Rebecca. Because then I shall go the way Beata went. Now you know, John.
Rosmer. Rebecca—!
Rebecca (stops at the door and nods: slowly). Now you know. (Goes out.)