Rebecca.
Yes, yes—what of that?
Rosmer.
I mean, that such a relation—as this of ours—does it not presuppose a quiet, happy, peaceful life——?
Rebecca.
What then?
Rosmer.
But the life I must now look forward too is one of struggle and unrest and strong agitations. For I will live my life, Rebecca! I will not be crushed to earth by horrible possibilities. I will not have my course of life forced upon me, either by the living or by—any one else.
Rebecca.
No, no—do not! Be an absolutely free man, Rosmer!