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Rosmer. Henceforth I can think of nothing but that one question—why?
Rebecca. [Turns and looks at him.] Then it is all over.
Rosmer. Between you and me?
Rebecca. Yes.
Rosmer. It will never be all over between us two. You will never leave Rosmersholm.
Rebecca. [With her hand on the door-handle.] No, perhaps I shall not. But if you ask me again—it is all over.
Rosmer. All over? How?
Rebecca. For then I will go the way that Beata went. Now you know it, Rosmer.
Rosmer. Rebecca?
Rebecca. [In the doorway, nods slowly.] Now you know it. [She goes out.
Rosmer. [Stares, thunderstruck, at the door, and says to himself.] What—is—this?
