Rebecca.
[Tears the paper into shreds, crushes up the pieces and throws them behind the stove.] There! Now it is out of sight. And let it be out of mind too. For there will be nothing more of that sort, Rosmer.
Kroll.
Ah, if you could only make sure of that!
Rebecca.
Come, let us sit down, dear. All three of us. And then I will tell you everything.
Rosmer.
[Seats himself mechanically.] What has come over you, Rebecca? This unnatural calmness—what is it?
Rebecca.
The calmness of resolution. [Seats herself.] Pray sit down too, Rector.