Rosmer.
[Rises.] New relations? [Walks across the floor, stops at the door and then comes back.] One question occurs to me. Has it not occurred to you too, Rebecca?
Rebecca.
[Drawing breath with difficulty.] Let me—hear—what it is?
Rosmer.
What form do you think our relations will take after to-day?
Rebecca.
I believe our friendship will endure—come what may.
Rosmer.
That is not exactly what I meant. The thing that first brought us together, and that unites us so closely—our common faith in a pure comradeship between man and woman——