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ROSMER. How do you account for what has happened to you?

Rebecca. It is the Rosmer view of life—or your view of life, at any rate—that has infected my will.

Rosmer. Infected?

Rebecca. And made it sick. Enslaved it to laws that had no power over me before. You—life with you—has ennobled my mind——

Rosmer. Oh that I could believe it!

Rebecca. You may safely believe it! The Rosmer view of life ennobles. But—— [Shaking her head.] But—but——

Rosmer But——? Well?

Rebecca. ——but it kills happiness.

Rosmer. Do you think so, Rebecca?

Rebecca. My happiness, at any rate.

Rosmer. Yes, but are you so certain of that? If I were