Rebecca.
[For a moment speechless, then cries out with joy.] Your wife! Your——! I!
Rosmer.
Come; let us try it. We two will be one. The place of the dead must stand empty no longer.
Rebecca.
I—in Beata’s place——!
Rosmer.
Then she will be out of the saga—completely—for ever and ever.
Rebecca.
[Softly, trembling.] Do you believe that, Rosmer?