Rosmer.
How am I to explain Beata’s terrible accusation?
Rebecca.
[Vehemently.] Oh, don’t speak of Beata! Don’t think of Beata any more! You were just beginning to shake off the hold she has upon you, even in the grave.
Rosmer.
Since I have heard all this, she seems, in a ghastly sort of way, to be alive again.
Rebecca.
Oh no—not that, Rosmer! Not that!
Rosmer.
Yes, I tell you. We must try to get to the bottom of this. What can possibly have led her to misinterpret things so fatally?