Rosmer.
Oh Rebecca—I no longer believe in my power of transforming any one. My faith in myself is utterly dead. I believe neither in myself nor in you.
Rebecca.
[Looks darkly at him.] Then how will you be able to live your life?
Rosmer.
That I don’t know. I cannot imagine how. I don’t think I can live it.—And I know of nothing in the world that is worth living for.
Rebecca.
Oh, life—life will renew itself. Let us hold fast to it, Rosmer.—We shall leave it soon enough.
Rosmer.
[Springs up restlessly.] Then give me my faith again! My faith in you, Rebecca! My faith in your love! Proof! I must have proof!