Rosmer.
[Springs up.] But all this—is nothing but madness. Go—or stay! I will take your bare word this time too.
Rebecca.
Phrases, Rosmer! Let us have no more cowardly subterfuges, dear! How can you believe me on my bare word after this day?
Rosmer.
I shrink from seeing your defeat, Rebecca!
Rebecca.
It will be no defeat.
Rosmer.
Yes, it will. You will never bring yourself to go Beata’s way.