Be that as it may; what does it matter, so long as I cannot rid myself of the feeling? And believe me, Rebecca, it is as I tell you. The cause that is to win a lasting victory must have for its champion a happy, an innocent man.
Rebecca.
Is happiness so indispensable to you, Rosmer?
Rosmer.
Happiness? Yes, dear,—it is.
Rebecca.
To you, who can never laugh?
Rosmer.
Yes, in spite of that. Believe me, I have a great capacity for happiness.
Rebecca.