It will never be all over between us two. You will never leave Rosmersholm.
Rebecca.
[With her hand on the door-handle.] No, perhaps I shall not. But if you ask me again—it is all over.
Rosmer.
All over? How———?
Rebecca.
For then I will go the way that Beata went. Now you know it, Rosmer.
Rosmer.
Rebecca——?
Rebecca.