Should you not say—sorrow as well? A great sorrow?
Rosmer.
Yes—if one can get through it—over it—away from it.
Rebecca.
That is what you must do.
Rosmer.
[Shakes his head gloomily.] I shall never get over this—wholly. There will always be a doubt—a question left. I can never again know that luxury of the soul which makes life so marvellously sweet to live!
Rebecca.
[Bends over his chair-back, and says more softly:] What is it you mean, Rosmer?
Rosmer.