Rosmer.
So did I. But if I were to go——
Rebecca.
Oh, Rosmer—you will live longer than I.
Rosmer.
Surely my worthless life lies in my own hands.
Rebecca.
What is this? You are never thinking of——!
Rosmer.
Do you think it would be so strange? After this pitiful, lamentable defeat! I, who was to have borne a great cause on to victory—have I not fled from the battle before it was well begun?