MICH. No. You mustn’t bend to me. I’ve sent for you, Rose, to ask your pardon.
ROSE. My pardon?
MICH. I made you pass through a terrible ordeal last year. Will you forgive me?
ROSE. What should I forgive? You were right. You said it would bring me great peace. And so it has—great peace.
MICH. And you wouldn’t undo that morning’s work?
ROSE. No. It seems I died that morning and left all my old life in a grave. This is quite a new life. I wouldn’t change it.
MICH. Andrew, do you hear that?
ANDR. Yes.
MICH. I was right, then? I was right? You are happy?