Yes, it is a pity you remained silent so long, Rosmer.
Rosmer.
I don’t understand myself how I could be such a coward.
Rebecca.
It wasn’t precisely cowardice——
Rosmer.
Oh yes, dear—when I think the thing out, I can see there was a touch of cowardice at the bottom of it.
Rebecca.
All the braver, then, to make the plunge at last.[last.] [Sits on a chair at the writing-table, close to him.] But now I want to tell you of something I have done—and you mustn’t be vexed with me about it.
Rosmer.