Rosmer.
[Puts his hand to his forehead.] There is a horrible fascination in this!
Rebecca.
For I don't want to remain down there. Not longer than necessary. You must see that they find me.
Rosmer.
[Springs up.] But all this—is nothing but madness. Go—or stay! I will take your bare word this time too.
Rebecca.
Phrases, Rosmer! Let us have no more cowardly subterfuges, dear! How can you believe me on my bare word after this day?
Rosmer.
I shrink from seeing your defeat, Rebecca!
Rebecca.
It will be no defeat.
Rosmer.
Yes, it will. You will never bring yourself to go Beata's way.
Rebecca.
Do you think not?
Rosmer.
Never. You are not like Beata. You are not under the dominion of a distorted view of life.
Rebecca. But I am under the dominion of the Rosmers-
