Rebecca. You are quite right.
Kroll. And then he takes you to live with him, immediately upon
your mother's death. He treats you harshly, and yet you stay with
him. You know that he will not leave you a single penny--as a
matter of fact you only got a box of books--and yet you endure
living with him, put up with his behaviour, and nurse him to the
end.
Rebecca (comes to the table and looks at him scornfully). And my
doing all that makes it clear to you that there was something
immoral--something criminal about my birth!
Kroll. What you did for him, I attributed to an unconscious
filial instinct. And, as far as the rest of it goes, I consider
that the whole of your conduct has been the outcome of your
origin.
Rebecca (hotly). But there is not a single word of truth in what
you say! And I can prove it! Dr. West had not come to Finmark
when I was born.
Kroll. Excuse me, Miss West. He went there a year before you were
born. I have ascertained that.
Rebecca. You are mistaken, I tell you! You are absolutely
mistaken!
Kroll. You said here, the day before yesterday, that you were
twenty-nine--going on for thirty.
Rebecca. Really? Did I say that?
Kroll. Yes, you did. And from that I can calculate--
Rebecca. Stop! That will not help you to calculate. For, I may as
well tell you at once, I am a year older than I give myself out
to be.
Kroll (smiling incredulously).
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