Rebecca.
[Smiles almost imperceptibly, looks at him, and says more softly.] Yes, come with me—and see——
Rosmer.
I go with you, I say.
Rebecca.
To the foot-bridge, yes. You know you never dare go out upon it.
Rosmer.
Have you noticed that?
Rebecca.
[Sadly and brokenly.] Yes.—It was that that made my love hopeless.