Rosmer.
[With a faint smile.] Is it not strange, Rebecca? Some such idea has crossed my mind now and then.
Rebecca.
It has? And yet——? Even so——?
Rosmer.
I never believed it. I only played with it—in my thoughts, you understand.
Rebecca.
If you wish it, I will tell you all, at once.
Rosmer.
[Turning it off.] No, no! I will not hear a word. Whatever it may be—I can forget it.