Rosmer.
[Starts as if in fear.] Don’t speak of that! Keep away from that, Rebecca! Not a word more.
Rebecca.
Yes, this is precisely what we must speak about. Do you know of anything that would kill the doubt? For I know of nothing in the world.
Rosmer.
It is well for you that you do not know.—It is well for both of us.
Rebecca.
No, no, no.—I will not be put off in this way! If you know of anything that would absolve me in your eyes, I claim as my right to be told of it.
Rosmer.
[As if impelled against his will to speak.] Then let us see. You say that a great love is in you; that through me your mind has been ennobled. Is it so? Is your reckoning just, Rebecca? Shall we try to prove the sum? Say?