Rebecca.
My happiness, at any rate.
Rosmer.
Yes, but are you so certain of that? If I were to ask you again now——? If I were to beg and entreat you——?
Rebecca.
Dear,—never speak of this again! It is impossible——! For you must know, Rosmer, I have a—a past behind me.
Rosmer.
More than what you have told me?
Rebecca.
Yes. Something different and something more.