Rebecca.
For a moment, yes. I had forgotten myself. It was my old buoyant will that was struggling to be free. But it has no energy left now—no power of endurance.
Rosmer.
How do you account for what has happened to you?
Rebecca.
It is the Rosmer view of life—or your view of life, at any rate—that has infected my will.
Rosmer.
Infected?
Rebecca.
And made it sick. Enslaved it to laws that had no power over me before. You—life with you—has ennobled my mind——